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“Shh.” My entire body shivers, and I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her, pushing my cum back in, only to swirl my fingers around and massage the spongy tissue inside her.

“Oh, hell, Leo.” Her hips slowly begin to pump again.

I need to see her come for me one more time as I push my seed back inside her. “One more time, Frankie.” Pushing up and out of the water, I hover over her, wrapping my lips around her nipple and tugging on her sensitive bud as I continue to pump my fingers in and out. “Come for me again, baby.”

She moans. “I don’t think I can.”

Popping off her nipple, I trail kisses to her ear where I intend to whisper naughty things to her. Something comes over me as my fingers twist inside her and her walls milk my fingers.

“Next time I fuck you, I’m going to” —I pull my fingers out with some of my cum and rub them against her ass— “fuck you right here. Do you want that, Frankie?”

I need her to say yes.

“Yes, oh gods, Leo, yes.” She shifts her hips, begging me to fuck her ass.

I push my finger inside her. “Know what I want to see?” I shudder as I work my finger into her.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

She leans up on her elbows, her body splotchy from multiple orgasms.

“I want to see Matteo fuck your pussy while I fuck this ass.” Using my other hand, I push two fingers into her pussy, mimicking both of us fucking her at the same time.

Her mouth drops open, and her body trembles, her walls tightening on my fingers.

“Both of you?’ she stammers.

“Yes.” I moan, my cock already hardening again. “Both of us. We’d go slow at first, and then deeper. Harder.” I match my fingers to my words, fucking her relentlessly. “Just like that, Frankie. You’d look beautiful between us.” I moan long and low just thinking about it. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Like a tsunami, her orgasm crashes over her, and I have the privilege of watching her crest and fall. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. I continue to tease her until she twitches and tries to snap her legs closed, then I pull out of her and drag her into the water with me, gently cleaning her off.

Her head rests on my shoulder in complete submission and relaxation—and trust. My shadow shifter preens and purrs inside me, itching to come out and play since we can here, but not yet. Soon. Right now, this moment is all about her and how willingly she comes to me.

She’s mine and has no idea.

I can’t wait to prove it to her in all the ways that matter.

Chapter 26

Frankie

As I linger in the shadow of the cave, the thought of facing the day outside fills me with dread. Each step toward the light feels heavier than the last. Leo’s hand is in mine, the only anchor in a tide of reluctance. With him, every touch and whispered word slices through the chaos of my mind, grounding me in a world that feels right, safe, and exhilarating. No fear grips me here, just the warmth of his presence—a stark contrast to the cold reality waiting outside.

As we step out into the open and tread back onto the sand, we silently grab our shoes.

“I hate to run, but…” Leo’s voice trails off as he glances over at the field, a pensive look on his face. “Matteo will be wondering where I am.” He leans in close, and his lips brush against mine in a fleeting peck—a promise of more to come. “Don’t forget our coffee date.”

Rolling my eyes, I respond with a noncommittal, “We’ll see.” Choosing ambiguity over certainty feels a little safer and less binding.

With a snort, Leo takes off, holding his shoes in one hand. He fades quickly into the distance, a swift silhouette against the sprawling field. I watch him disappear, then I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the salty, fresh air of freedom and the lingering sense of solitude.

I don’t have much time. Instead of heading back to my dorm, I make my way toward Bishop’s class. My bare feet slap against the stone path, each step knocking the residual sand from my skin, scattering grains into the wind like tiny, lost memories.

Unfortunately, the farther I get from the cave, the more my old insecurities begin to creep up, attempting to cloud my mind. Self-doubt gnaws at me, triggering a cascade of unwanted memories right there on the path. These memories bubble up with a vengeance, engulfing me in waves of emotions I thought I buried deep—memories that should never see the light of day.

“Please, no,” I whisper, but it’s too late. They drag me under. As the present fades, I find myself swept back in time...

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