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Right now, though, it’s cradling us.

Two people aching for a physical connection in the midst of all this chaos.

Astra lays down on the seat and wraps her tattooed arm around my neck, pulling me close.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails leaving crescents against my skin.

There’s desperation here.

Desperation to feel anything but fear.

Before long, our frantic kissing turns into a frenzy as we rip the other’s clothes off, tossing them somewhere in her living room.

It isn’t too long before I’m sliding my cock inside her.

The world outside might come crashing down at some point, but it won’t fracture the fragile peace we have in this moment.

Our bodies move together so rhythmically, almost like they’re one.

A mixture of frantic energy and pure need, a primal force that’s as old as the beginning of time.

The couch squeaks underneath us and I bite down on her neck, allowing her to experience a pleasurable pain.

I want to take her to new heights.

I want her to understand what it’s like to be with a man who genuinely cares for her.

It isn’t long before my balls tighten up and I’m on the brink of release.

Tearing my mouth away from her neck, I whisper in her ear. “Come for me, Astra.”

On command, she loses herself in me, and I’m not far behind her.

My seed rushes up inside her and I lay on her body panting and sweaty, knowing damn well I could easily do this again.

Astra might not know it, but she will never be rid of me.

I want her to be mine, and she’s going to be.

I understand she has reservations in the back of her mind, and I’ll do whatever I can to convince her I’m the man for her.

I do silently promise her this—I am the man who won’t make her regret it.

10

Astra

My eyelids flutter open to see a stream of light coming through the top of the blinds.

Tiny specks of dust dance like lost souls in the light and I’m momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight beside me.

It takes a moment for me to remember what happened last night—Tony’s threats, the fear coursing through my veins, Python’s fierce protectiveness, the way he promised to keep me safe.

I turn my head slightly, muscles still stiff with tension.

There he is, beside me, Python—large and terrifying even in his sleep.

He is a brute of a man if I’ve ever seen one, and that’s what first drew me to him.

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