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He reached for my head, pulling me close as he gently kissed my lips, his hand stroking my back slowly. A soft groan escaped me at the powerful sensation washing over me, feeling cherished and complete in a way I had never known. I sat up, glancing down to see myself completely filled, then began moving slowly, his hands guiding my hips.

He gasped. “Just like that, baby.”

I slowly clenched my teeth as his cock went deeper and deeperinside of me.

As I adjusted to the sensation, I picked up the pace, my walls tightening around him. I rode him slowly at first, then faster, meeting his gaze as pleasure built between us. His hand found my breast, kneading and teasing, his fingers occasionally pinching my nipple, sending shivers down my spine.

“You like riding my cock, don’t you?”

I groaned in response, losing all my words.

He slid his thumb in my mouth, compelling me to suck it. “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-yes,” I managed to say, my brain completely disheveled.

“I wish you could see me fucking you.” He took a nipple into his mouth. “How your eyes roll over whenever I touch that spot and how fucking wet your pussy gets at every stroke.”

His hands remained on my hips and I reached down to rub my clit with one hand as I felt him slipping in and out.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said.

“Cum inside of me.”

As I felt the warmth of him explode within my pussy, I screamed with delight and collapsed against him.

His fingers traced gentle circles on my warm skin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” I whispered as I savored the moment.

He started to get up, but I reached out, my hand resting on his arm to stop him. “Let’s stay here a while.”

“But, I need to get–”

“Let’s just stay here a while,” I repeated, my eyes locking onto his.

He sighed softly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Anything for you, Red.”

“Anything?”

“I love you,” he whispered, and with that, his lips met mine in a fiery, passionate kiss, igniting the spark between us once more.

Chapter Fifty-two

Abigail-Ann

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.”

~ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.

My phone buzzed with an email, and I clicked it. The subject line made my breath hitch:Congratulations!My heart pounded as I read the words glowing on the screen. I’d been accepted into my year-and-a-half apprenticeship, starting in three months. A thrilled laugh escaped me as I quickly texted Mikkel, my parents, and Azzaria. Years of late nights, doubts, and dreaming had finally paid off.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, a deep breath calmed the flutter in my chest as focus shifted to the task at hand. The stacks of books on the counter wouldn’t shelve themselves, and the murmurs of a few customers near the thriller and mystery section already reached my ears. Work first, celebrationlater.

The morning passed in a blur of book recommendations and helping customers find their next favorite read. Before I knew it, my shift was over, and it was time to meet Azzaria for her first wedding dress fitting at Vivienne Westwood.

Stepping into the boutique, I was immediately struck by its elegance. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over plush carpets, and racks of luxurious gowns awaited their brides.

“Abi!” Azzaria’s voice rang out, filled with excitement. She looked beautiful, her baby bump now a soft curve beneath her dress.

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