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Lyla reared forward, and her teeth latched onto my shoulder as she let loose a cry of pure pleasure, her pussy spasming around me. A bite of pain mingled with the ecstasy flowing through my body, and it heightened everything, my entire body trembling at the rush of endorphins bombarding me. At the feel of her pussy clamping down hard, squeezing my cock.

She slumped on me. The weight of her body on mine was perfect. It felt right, and I wanted desperately in that moment to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

Lyla leaned back, and dazed, pleasure-filled eyes locked with mine. Our chests brushed against one another as we both breathed heavily, our gazes unable to move. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.

A beautiful, tender moment passed between us. Her hand came up and brushed a lock of hair out of my face. “I’m never letting you go.”

I turned my head to kiss her palm. What scared me the most was that I didn’t want her to.

Lyla only stayed for a moment longer before she got up, disposing of the condom. She unlocked the cuffs around my ankles and wrists without delay and pulled me to my feet. I was plagued with lethargy, my body exhausted, and my mind filled with a beautiful hazy feeling that I wanted to remain in for at least a little longer.

Lyla guided me to the bed. The red silk sheets looked like they would feel amazing on my skin. Sliding out of her heels, she climbed onto the bed, still naked, and opened her arms to me.

I wasn’t a big cuddler usually, especially after sex. I never wanted to give my partners the wrong idea—that what happened between us was anything more than just sex.

It didn’t feel that way with Lyla.

I crawled up the bed on my hands and knees and rested my head on her thigh, snuggling in right between her legs. I exhaled deeply, feeling more at peace than I had in a very long time. Her fingers went to my hair, and a small moan fell from my lips as her nails scratched lightly on my scalp.

I fucking love head scratches.

A comfortable silence followed, neither one of us feeling the need to speak, to do anything but enjoy each other’s company and embrace. It was so comfortable I fell asleep almost instantly.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

LYLA VOZNESENSKY

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, this is a bad fucking idea.” Cedric stood in the center of my bedroom, feet shoulder-width apart, arms crossed over his chest, glaring me down as if it would somehow change my mind.

It wouldn’t. My mind was made up.

“You’ve made your opinion very clear, Cedric.” I picked up the bloodred lipstick sitting on the makeup table in front of me and smoothed it over my lips.

“Then why aren’t you listening to me?”

“Because I don’t want to.” I didn’t really need any other reason other than that, did I?

I put the lipstick down and picked up a bottle of perfume, spraying it on my wrists and the column of my throat. “Lukyan’s been cooped up in the house for days. He needs to go out and do something fun.”

“And what if your precious Lukyan tries to escape?” He said precious in a derogatory way, and I didn’t fucking like it. “What then, huh? What happens to your grand plan?”

“You know, you’re being a real party pooper. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

It had been a week since Lukyan and I got married, and although it didn’t seem like a long time in the grand scheme of things, I wanted to celebrate our one-week anniversary. Celebrate that glorious milestone together.

We’d grown close over the past few days, the bond I always knew we possessed finally blossoming, evolving into what I always knew it could be.

The unbelievable, dirty, filthy sex was partially responsible for that, but it was also the deep conversations we’d have afterwards that helped to forge our connection. Made it stronger than it already was. Unbreakable.

I knew we couldn’t stay in our isolated fuckbubble forever, though.

Eventually, we would have to go back out into the real world. Face our problems.

Lukyan—his grandfather.

Me—my brother.

But until then, we were going to have some fucking fun.