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I add a second finger beside the first, pumping into her ass in tandem with my cock in her pussy. She grimaces at the tight fit so I lean forward and suck her hard nipple into my mouth.
“Yeah? Every part of you belongs to me, Nera. Your pussy, your ass, your tits, your mouth, your mind. I want it all and I’m taking it all.”
She shudders, goosebumps erupting all over her skin as the walls of her pussy flutter around my dick. Small, breathy pants fall from her lips as my words, my fingers, and my cock make her come. She falls apart and then falls forward, twitching as she comes down from her orgasm.
I shove one last time roughly into her ass, and her pussy clenches in response, suffocating my cock in her tight folds. I come with a loud roar, spilling my hot seed inside her this time.
Her head turns and her lips find mine and we kiss for long minutes, my length still buried inside her. Eventually, I lift her into my arms and lay her back down on the bed, getting a wet towel and cleaning her gently.
When I get into bed beside her, she curls into me and throws her leg over mine. It’s the first time she openly seeks the comfort of my body in bed and unfortunately for her, that means I’m never letting her go now. I tentacle her against me, my arm wrapping around her and my other leg coming down over hers until there’s no way she can move.
The night took some sharp turns in the wrong direction but ended as it should, with her in my arms.
“Want to work at being happy with me?” I ask her, tapping her nose.
She tilts her head up on my shoulder to look at me.
“I don’t think there’s anyone else I could even do it with.”
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Chapter 34
Tristan
Two days later, I’m awoken by a shrill ringing. I lift my head and look around my bedroom. Nera is gone, headed to practice. I wonder what her reaction will be when she realizes she’ll never have to deal with Kravtsov again.
When we went to bed last night, I noticed how tightly wound she was. She’d never admit it, but I knew it was fear and anticipation at seeing him again that was tensing her up. At potentially being put through another almost lethal workout.
I’d solved that problem.
And yesterday I’d spent a good portion of time doing what I could to help her with her eating. The reality is she needed to talk to someone, which I suggested, but I’d tackled the issue the way I knew how – by prepping her meals that she could take with her today, explaining that all the ingredients were good proteins or healthy fats, both sources of energy that she’d need to fuel her workout.
She’d taken it, albeit somewhat reticently, but had mellowed when I’d explained that gaining additional muscle weight would only strengthen her athletic abilities.
Clearly, she’s been trained by old school coaches if nutrition hasn’t been a part of her overall regimen. While on paper those coaches have yielded successful results, the methods themselves leave little to be desired.
I’m determined to help her win this medal the right way and I told her as much. She’d kissed me so passionately when I’d vowed it to her that I’d had to keep her up well into the night for a different kind of workout.
My phone rings again and I reach for it, answering groggily.
“Hello?”
“Is this Tristan Novak?” A voice I don’t recognize asks.
I sit up, groaning as the blood rushes to my head. “Speaking.”
I look over at the alarm clock on my bedside table. Seven am. A criminal time for a phone call.
“My name is Luca Marchesani, I’m a chef and owner atSambour.”
“I know who you are,” I say, cautiously.
What I don’t know is why he’s calling me. I’ve followed his career from a distance, inspired by his skill and creativity, and to say I’m a fan is an understatement. How he got this number and why he’s calling it is beyond me.
I resist the urge to slap myself to gauge whether I’m conscious or if this is just the best dream I’ve ever had.
“Great, that's all the awkwardness out of the way. So, you know why I’m calling then?”
