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“Come for me, solnyshko.” That was my undoing. “Fucking leak your juices on my cock.” He tightens his grip on my throat.

I open my mouth to moan but he steals the sound with a kiss. Biting so hard into the soft flesh as he breaks the delicate skin, I feel a slight burn before tasting copper.

He drinks everything, from my wanton moans to my blood, my gasps and mewls.

Ask me what two plus two is and I’ll say, Sergei. That’s how far gone I am.

My entire body jerks violently. A long wave of pleasure starts from my spine and rushes to my toes.

My body is hard and mushy all at once, trembling like a leaf as tiny shivers make my hands shake.

I throw my head on his shoulder, letting out a loud moan following it with his name and he welcomes me in his arms.

“Oh my god.” I pant.

We fall back, lying on the bed, me on top of him as I try to catch my breath.

“Ohmygod.” Whatever that was, it was amazing, and I want it again. My hands rest where his heart is, to hear it beat just as fast as mine.

“Fuck, Elara. You’re perfect.” He mumbles, brushing his hands through my hair and trails down, resting on my hips.

I’m smiling.

This is what an orgasm feels like, like freedom.

I have never known this feeling. And everything around us has just vanished, so quiet, so peaceful, only him and me.

The quiet doesn’t last as alarms in my head start ringing. They buzz, so loud, they are deafening.

I’m not supposed to feel good. This is something to be ashamed of.

I just dry-humped a man and came all over his dick. I really am a whore, aren’t I?

Because I enjoyed every second of it.

Sex cannot make me feel good.

I am not allowed to.

This is what an orgasm feels like, like shame.

FIFTEEN

Sergei

I'm going to hate it.

Whatever she's about to say.

Because I noted when her gaze turned from bliss to regret, then guilt and the worst… shame.

It happened too fast for me to stop it.

One moment we were lying on the bed, breathing each other’s scent in, the next moment she was hurriedly getting up, running away from me.

I did a number on her arse, enough for her to feel the dull throb for days, for her to remember me, this moment, but now I’m doubtful if it was enough.

She is already running away from me. Luckily, she only makes it a few steps before I stop her from closing the bathroom door.