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“Please,” I beg around the chain, my voice muffled but desperate. “Please, can I cum?”

He smirks, his hands gripping my hips tighter. “Yes,” he growls, his voice low and guttural. “Cum for me, Clarice.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before I’m falling apart, my body convulsing as the orgasm rips through me. I feel him cum too, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his seed. We collapse together onto the couch, his cock still inside me, his arms wrapped around me as we catch our breath.

He pulls the chain from my teeth, the clamps still attached to my nipples, and I moan softly as the pressure releases. His lips find mine, and we kiss, deep and hungry, the taste of him mixing with the lingering sensation of the chain on my tongue.

Shomun’s hand rests firmly on the small of my back as he guides me toward the bedroom tucked into the corner of his office. My legs are still shaky, and the lingering sensations from earlier make every step feel like I’m walking through a haze. I glance up at him, still half-expecting him to say something—anything—but his face is impassive, his red eyes focused ahead.

“Sit,” he commands as we reach the edge of the bed.

I lower myself onto the mattress, my body sinking into the soft fabric. He kneels in front of me, his hands moving with precision as he removes the jewel plug. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, the sensation of it sliding out almost as intense as when it went in. Next, he releases the nipple clamps, and I hiss as blood rushes back to the sensitive skin.

“You’ll sleep in the Reaper’s Lingerie,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I frown, my voice small. “How am I supposed to pull the covers up without my hands?”

He smirks, his red eyes glinting. “You’ll just have to snuggle up to me for warmth.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes, but there’s a part of me that’s secretly thrilled by the idea. He stands, towering over me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as he slides into bed beside me. His body is warm, his scales smooth against my skin as he wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“Better?” he rumbles, his breath hot against my ear.

I nod, nestling closer to him. His body heat is like a furnace, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he begins to drift off. His snoring is soft, almost rhythmic, and I let out a quiet sigh.

As I lie there, I realize I never brought up the break-in at Silas’s. My heart skips a beat at the thought, but then I remember how good it felt to be with him earlier—how completely he’s taken over my thoughts, my body, my everything.

“Tomorrow,” I whisper to myself, my eyes growing heavy. “I’ll tell him tomorrow.”

But for now, I let myself sink into the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling me to sleep.

CHAPTER13

SHOMUN

The warmth of her mouth wakes me, her tongue tracing the sensitive ridge of my cock with a precision that makes my scales flush. My eyelids flutter open, and I see Claire kneeling between my legs, her honey-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She’s still in the Reaper’s Lingerie, her arms locked behind her back, but she’s managed to maneuver herself perfectly. Her green eyes flick up to meet mine, and there’s a spark of mischief there, a challenge.

I groan, my hand sliding down to tangle in her hair. “You’re determined to break me this morning, aren’t you?”

She hums in response, the vibration sending a jolt through me. My fingers trail down her spine, and I love the way she shivers under my touch. I reach around to her front, my fingers slipping between her thighs, finding her already wet and eager. She moans around me, her lips tightening as I stroke her, matching the rhythm of her mouth.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough. “You’re doing so well.”

She pulls back slightly, her breath hot against me. “Are you going to let me finish, or are you just going to tease me again?” There’s a bite to her words, but her pupils are blown wide, and her cheeks are flushed.

I smirk, my fingers curling just the way I know she likes. “Why not both?”

She laughs, low and husky, before taking me back into her mouth. I let her work for a moment, savoring the way she moves, the way she gives herself over to this entirely. But I can’t let her have all the fun. My other hand moves to her hip, guiding her to rock against my fingers. Her moans grow louder, muffled but unmistakable.

“You’re close,” I say, my voice tight. “I can feel it. Let go, Claire.”

She does, her body trembling as she comes, her mouth still working me over until I follow right after her, my groan echoing through the room. She pulls back, catching her breath, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

I reach for the restraints, unlocking them carefully. “Good morning,” I say, my voice softer now.

She stretches her arms, wincing slightly. “Actually, it’s afternoon. We fell asleep at the office again.”

I chuckle, running a hand through my hair. “So we did.” I watch as she stands, her movements languid and unhurried. She grabs my shirt from the floor and tosses it to me, then starts pulling on her own clothes. I dress slowly, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. When she tugs on my tie to straighten it, I catch her hand, pulling her close.

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