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The girl and her show deserves a break, and I need time to work out why no one has ever ridden me so wildly, and savagely, before.

We are coated in sweat from the sex and fire, and we’re almost stuck together now. After several minutes, I slowly roll us onto our sides, and I slide carefully out of her.

As I look down on the exhausted creature, I see a big smile, a pile of limbs and a sweat covered ex-virgin.

“Good?” I ask, running a thumb along her lower lip.

“No,” she mumbles with sweat on her top lip. “Amazing.”

She soon manages to open an eye, and she stares up at me. I reach for water, and I pour some in her mouth. She greedily gulps like an animal.

My animal.

“Good girl,” I say, wiping hair from her sweaty reddened face. As I look down on the temptress, I take in her perfectly curved body. The feline figure, her mask and wings are an image that will be hard to forget. Maybetoo hard.Maybe she is worth keeping close… At least for now.

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RAVEN

I slowly awaken and roll over. I’m alone and I squint into the rising sun. The bed is amazingly soft and large, and I move around and stretch out. I see Dante standing in black boxers, and he is next to the fire holding a coffee.

He sees me peer around, and he looks at the table near him, then the old-fashioned white iron bath. “Get over here.”

I walk over naked, and I rub my eyes and step into the warm water. It’s a perfect temperature, and as I drop into it, Dante passes me a coffee. I settle into the deep bath, and I lay back in it. I lower my head in, and I come up for air, then sip and sigh.

“I wonder what the peasants are doing?”

We both laugh at my silly comment, and I shake my head. What an F-ing night, literally.

As Dante eats bread, cheese, and figs fireside, I wash in the classy bath with some fancy soap. I then start on my breakfast after Dante places a small table bath side.

We agree myvirginitybon voyage was a success, and I’m happy to call it the fuck of a lifetime.

Dante explains I’ll no doubt have others, and I pause, deep in thought.

I take in the castle room, the gorgeous half-naked man, and what a comfortable and glorious experience it was. “What if they’re not as good as that?”

Dante shrugs and he sips his coffee. “There’s a term for that,” he says, leaning against the stone fireplace.

“And?”

“It’s called life.”

I toss fresh bread at him like a baseball, but he catches it just before it slams into him. “Careful,” he growls before chewing on it.

“Or?” I ask, an eyebrow up. Suddenly, my eyes pop, and I cover my mouth. “Heck, I better return the clothes.”

I check Dante’s old-fashioned Rolex on the table, then I look up. The two torn halves of the fairy costume hang from the medieval candelabra in the middle of the room above us.

I remember how it happened, and how it was torn from me. It was just before Dante pushed his huge cock in me and changed me forever. I remember how good it felt, and I remember the detail of his huge crown.

I have no idea why I don’t hurt, he’s so darned big.

“The ripping was my responsibility,” Dante says. “I’ll buy the fairy costume from them, but only if you agree to one thing.” I raise a brow, intrigued. “You keep the wings.”

I put my feet on the bath edges like I did that night, and Dante walks closer. My feet are exactly how they were in the villa when he made me come in the hot water.

It’s my favorite bath position now, and it will always be so.

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