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Her breath comes out in broken little whimpers, her body clenching, pulsing, adjusting to the full stretch of me. I give her a second. Let her feel every inch. Then I pull back. And thrust deep.

Maryam cries out.

I grip her thighs, spread her wider, watch the way her body takes me, watch the way her lips part in another breathless gasp.

“You feel so good, baby,” I murmur, dragging my lips over her jaw, feeling her shudder under me.

She nods, mindless, lost, completely at my mercy.

I grip her hips, tilt them just right, and thrust again—deeper, harder.

She falls apart around me.

And I’m right there with her.

Chapter 8

MARYAM

I can’t move. Don’t even want to. I’m wrecked. Fully. Completely.

My body is still trembling, still pulsing from the way he just took me apart—slow, deep, and all-consuming. Like he had all the time in the world. Like he was staking his claim. Like he was never going to stop.

My breathing is still shaky, my pulse still thrumming in my ears, my limbs heavy and useless as I lay on the sheets.

I feel stretched, sore, utterly ruined.

And then I feel him.

His hands roaming over me, slow and possessive, like he’s memorizing me all over again.

His lips press against my shoulder, my collarbone, the edge of my jaw. Soft and unhurried. In complete contrast with the way he just fucked me into the mattress.

I shudder, heat curling through me all over again. Because I already know. He’s not done. Not by a long fucking shot.

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RIKU

Maryam is so fucking beautiful like this. Bare. Marked. And completely mine.

Her skin is hot, still sensitive under my hands.

I stroke my palm down her side, watch the way she shivers, the way her lashes flutter as she tries to gather herself.

She’s processing. So I give her a second. But only a second. Because she needs to understand. This wasn’t just sex. This isn’t just for one night.

I drag my lips over her temple, my fingers brushing down her stomach, teasing, circling, making her squirm. She whimpers, shifting under me, already burning again from my touch.

I smirk. “Still sensitive?”

She glares at me, but it’s weak. “Fuck you.”

I chuckle, dragging my fingers lower just to hear her breath catch.

“Baby,” I murmur, rolling my hips against hers, my cock already hard again. “You know you don’t need to ask.”

Maryam’s laughter turns into a gasp, her thighs twitching around me, her body betraying her.

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