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I force myself to sit up, clutching the sheets to my chest. “Yeah, about that—”

Before I can finish, Riku moves. Fast and fluid. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back down, pressing me flat against the mattress. A gasp escapes me, my hands flying up, pressing against his chest. They meet nothing but big. Warm. Solid muscle. Oh God. I freeze.

He smirks. “Go on. Finish your thought.”

I open my mouth. Then close it. Because I don’t remember what I was going to say. Not with him hovering over me, his weight pressing me into the bed, his body so goddamn hard and hot against mine.

His hand slides lower, over the dip of my waist, down my thigh, making me shudder. And Riku notices. Of course he notices. Isee it in the way his eyes darken, how his jaw tightens, his grip turning possessive.

And then his knee nudges between mine, spreading me wider.

A desperate moan escapes my throat.

Riku groans, low and deep, dropping his forehead to mine. “Fuck, baby.” His lips brush my cheek, my jaw, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re not leaving.”

It’s not a request. Not a question. It’s a statement.

And when his mouth claims mine, when his body settles over me completely, when his hands move lower with intent — I don’t argue. Because we both know I was never leaving to begin with.

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RIKU

She’s so soft and warm under me. Her bare skin feels amazing, her full lips swollen from our kisses.

I drag my hands over her, slow and deliberate, tracing every curve. Every inch of her belongs to me now.

Maryam trembles, her breath coming out in shaky little gasps, her fingers gripping my shoulders like she’s already bracing for what’s coming.

Good.

Because I’m not done with her.

Not even close.

I slide my knee higher, parting her thighs, feeling the heat between them.

She whimpers, her wide hips lifting instinctively, searching for more.

I groan. “So needy for me already, baby?”

Her eyes lower, but she doesn’t deny it. Can’t deny it. Not when her body is giving her away.

I skim my fingers lower, dragging them over her wet, hot cunt, teasing her until she’s panting, arching, gripping my arms like she can’t take it anymore.

I’m watching her unravel under me.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur, sliding my fingers deeper, feeling her tighten around me.

She gasps, hips jerking, eyes fluttering shut. But I don’t let her get away with that. I grip her jaw, forcing her gaze back to mine.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”

Her breath catches.

I slide lower, my mouth replacing my fingers, tasting her, devouring her, taking her apart piece by fucking piece. Maryam shatters for me, her thick thighs clenching around my head, her cries muffled against the pillows. But I don’t stop. Not until she’s gasping my name, pleading, trembling under my tongue. Then, when she’s wrecked and panting, when her body is still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure — I move over heragain, pinning her down, lining myself up, pressing against her slick heat.

Her breath stutters. Her thighs tighten around my waist. And I grip her hips, hold her still, and push inside. Slow. Deep. Possessive. She gasps, nails digging into my back, her body all mine. Fuck! I bury myself completely, groaning at how tight and hot she is, how perfectly she fits around me.

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