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Over and over, thrust after thrust, he brings me to the final cusp of my orgasm before I feel him stiffen and groan. His warmth fills me up, and he trembles on top of me; the heavy weight of his body feels like home.

With our breathing ragged and our hearts beating too fast, we lay in silence, staring into each other’s eyes as if the other would disappear at any second. Then he smiles and takes my breath away.

“I didn’t plan for our reunion tryst to be this way, trust me,” he chuckles, kissing my head. “It was supposed to be in a fancier hotel room with me worshiping every inch of your body, not here.”

“What better place than on the bed where you first claimed me as yours?” I shrug, the memories of that night coming back like it happened just yesterday. “This was perfect; everything was perfect and as it should be.”

This seems to calm him down and he sighs, drawing his forehead to mine.

“I’ve missed you, little lamb; I’ve missed your touch, your kiss, your scent, and your voice. And fuck, that smart mouth, you’ve made me a junkie for your quips and responses.”

“Oh, you actually like it when I talk back?” I tease, and he opens his eyes with that mischievous glint back.

“Of course, I do. It makes me want to shove my cock down your throat as punishment.”

I slap his shoulder. “You’re fucking vile!”

“Says the one who curses even more than me,” he says, then gets up and withdraws from me with a groan.

My eyes widen at his still fully erect cock. “Why the fuck are you still hard?” I ask incredulously, but he only laughs at my reaction.

“Why should I not still be hard? We don’t usually fuck for a few minutes then stop, little lamb. I’m too used to my hours with you now for my cock to forget about how your pussy trembles around it.” He says matter of factly and I nearly roll my eyes into oblivion.

“You’re blaming me for your cock still being hard?”

He leans his head in close and grins. “Do you want me to blame someone else for it?”

That possessive growl rumbles in my chest and I feel my face flare up, causing his grin to become a smirk that I want to slap off. But he pulls me to my feet and scoops me up in his arms.

“Time for a shower,” he comments and walks into the bathroom.

The making-up continues in the shower and by the time we walk out, my legs are shaking. I forgot how rough he can get after we’ve been apart for a while, and I don’t think I have ever bounced on a cock so much.

Hope the baby doesn’t get whiplash because of this.

“You said Xenia is okay?” I ask when I slip on a light dress he’s brought from my bedroom.

“She’s with Church downstairs; oh, they’ve also Entwined, so I think she will want to speak with you,” he chuckles, looking disgustingly sexy when he slips on a pair of gray sweatpants.

I stole this from his closet before leaving that night and slept in it whenever the nights became too lonely. Man, the way they hang from his hips, those yummy V lines that dip into his crotch, the light trickle of hair that leads right to his massive-

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and the mortification of being caught staring surprisingly rolls off my back.

“I licked it so it’s mine, King; I can stare all I fucking want,” I say, crossing my arms and watching as he shakes his head and walks over to me.

“I would kill to feel you lick it again, but right now we have two people who are freaked the fuck out and need us. Let's tend to them, then go from there,” he says, then takes my hand and we walk out of the bedroom.

Church and Xenia have Entwined. Xenia is now a vampire after my brother nearly killed her. My brother, who I didn’t even spare another thought to after killing him.

Sometimes this emotion switch thing comes in handy, especially when I’m doing something I’m not comfortable with.

But Matthew would never have seen things my way; he would have been worse than our father.

We spot Church and Xenia sitting in the living room. Church had her in his arms, stroking her hair, and she was staring up at him with an odd expression on her face. It’s only when we get closer that I realize it’s an incredibly dopey ‘I love him so much’ expression.

Oh, she’s getting it from me later.

“Hey,” Gabriel says, snapping them both out of their little bubble and their heads snap to us. Church looks incredibly proud as he holds Xenia, while Xenia’s face turns red. Yeah, I’m definitely getting her back for all the little lamb jokes.

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