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I shift over her, gripping her hips, guiding my achingly hard cock to her slick, waiting heat.

Her breath shudders, her eyes fly open, and I hold her gaze as I push inside. Tight. Hot. Fucking heaven.

Her fingers clench the sheets, her breath catches, and I swear I almost lose it right there.

I sink deeper, feel her body stretch, accommodate me, take every fucking inch of my fat cock.

I groan, burying myself to the hilt, feeling her tighten and pulse around me.

“Riku,” Maryam gasps, breathless, sounding overwhelmed.

I grab her thighs, lift them higher, spread her wider, taking all of her.

I pull back, then thrust deep.

She cries out.

Fuck!

I grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me. She’s mine now. And she knows it.

I roll my hips, sink deeper, harder, make her feel every fucking thrust.

She clutches at me, moaning, gasping my name, and I know — I own her now. Completely. Irrevocably. For fucking ever.

Chapter 7

MARYAM

I wake up sore. Sore, warm, and completely tangled in soft sheets that smell undeniably like him. Riku.

The events of last night slam into me all at once—the stolen glances, the tension, his mouth on mine, his body pressing me into the mattress, the way he took me like he’d been waiting for this forever.

My thighs press together at the memory, heat curling low in my belly.

And that’s when I feel it. A slow, lazy drag of fingers over my bare hip.

My breath stutters. My pulse skips.

I blink against the early morning light, stiffening when I realize I’m not alone.

He’s still here. Still in bed with me.

I turn my head slowly, cautiously, but he’s already watching me.

Dark eyes, completely alert, like he’s been awake long enough to memorize every inch of me.

My breath catches, because he’s too close. Too much.

Lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, the sheets just barely covering his hips, his muscled, tatted chest on full display like a damn work of art.

His fingers skim my skin again, tracing over my hipbone, his gaze dark and unreadable.

I swallow hard. “You’re staring.”

His full lips twitch. “You’re in my bed.”

His voice is deep, rough from sleep, sending a shiver down my spine.

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