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“Fuck, yeah, you do.”
His grip on my hip tightens before his entire body locks up behind me, and he thrusts his hips forward. I cry out as he fills me.
“I hope you know that any day now, I’m going to be able to move more freely, and I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so fucking long that you’re not going to be able to walk for a week.”
“Big promises,” I gasp as he thrusts again, hitting a spot inside me that makes my eyes cross.
Oh, I have so many new things to discover with him now.
“Oh God, Alex,” I cry when he hits it again.
“Good?” he asks, his tone smug and arrogant.
“You know it is,” I counter.
“Good to know all those years of training weren’t for nothing.”
My stomach knots even with the briefest insight as to what he’s been through. He hasn’t been forthcoming with any information about what his ‘training’ entailed, but I have a pretty good imagination. Hopefully, one day, when he’s ready, he’ll be able to talk about it openly with me. But there’s no rush. He can deal with all that in his own time. We both can. I’m certainly not going anywhere.
“You’re amazing. And not just in bed,” I add quickly. “I fell in love with you long before I knew just how skilled your dick was,” I blurt like an idiot.
“Good to know. But…”
Thrust.
Cry.
“How about I make you fall even harder with those skills?”
“Not possible.”
He chuckles, his fingers digging into my hip bone once more as he ups his pace, chasing both of our releases.
“Clit, baby. Let me feel you coming on my dick.”
Without questioning his demand like I once would, my hand immediately jumps into action.
“Fuck, yeah. You feel so fucking good.”
“Alex,” I cry, my release racing forward.
“Let everyone hear you, baby. Everyone in this fucking city needs to know that Alexander Deimos can’t be taken down that easily.”
I want to laugh, to tell him that he’s the world's biggest idiot with the planet’s largest ego, but I don’t get a chance to do any of those things because he pushes me over the edge and I scream out my release as it barrels into me.
“Evie. Fuck. Vixen. I love you. I love you,” he chants before he falls, his body locking up behind me.
Our heaving breaths fill the air around us as we come down from our simultaneous highs.
“Best morning ever,” I whisper.
“I dunno,” he confesses, making my brows pinch. “Give me a few days, a week at worst, and I reckon I can beat it.”
I giggle, the endorphins from my release making me all light and floaty.
He moans in frustration when I roll away, forcing him out of my body before I flip over.
“Morning, boyfriend,” I whisper, smiling happily at him.
