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Slowly, Alecto lowered her hips, his cock sinking deep inside her. They both gasped. When she took all of him in, she paused for a moment to fully enjoy the sensation of him stretching her. It felt so fucking good.
Alecto sat back on her heels and slowly started moving her hips. Blaze watched her face and her breasts bouncing slightly while she rode his cock.
One of his hands found hers, lacing their fingers together. And then he did the same with the other hand.
Alecto arched her back, finding the right rhythm. She held his hands tight, and despite feeling extremely vulnerable, she didn’t avert her gaze from his.
Their bodies were connected, melting into one. And in that moment, Alecto felt as if their souls and minds were connected too.
Her movements grew more frantic, and her moans came out louder. Soon, her muscles were tensing, and she was starting to shake.
She threw her head back and cried out once the wave of intense pleasure that had been building exploded. Her nails sunk into the backs of Blaze’s hands, but she didn’t stop rolling her hips.
Once she came out of the daze that of her orgasm, she looked down at Blaze to find him watching her with glittering eyes. Alecto tensed her inner muscles around him, and a frown appeared between his brows.
It didn’t take long for Blaze to come. His muscles tensed, and he moaned as he spilled inside her. Alecto kept clenching her inner muscles and rolling her hips until he was shaking all over.
Alecto carefully bent down to kiss him. Their mouths moved slowly and lazily, savoring each other.
Once they settled for the night, Alecto resting her head on his shoulder, Blaze whispered again, “I love you. I should have said it sooner.”
Alecto smiled to herself. “I love you too. Next time be quicker about it.”
Blaze’s chest rumbled with his chuckle, and with that sound in her ear, Alecto drifted into sleep.
45
The last thing Blaze expected to do was to find himself in front of Rogue’s bedroom door. But here he was.
Before he could even knock, the door flew open. Rogue looked Blaze up and down, and a smirk curled one corner of his mouth. A dimple appeared in his cheek, and Blaze had an urge to punch him.
Arrogant asshole.
“Is there anything you need, Leveau?” Rogue asked. “Or do you just like creeping around people’s bedrooms at night?”
Blaze took a second to answer because he needed to pull himself together. He needed Rogue’s help, and he couldn’t act like an asshole. “I need to talk to you.”
Rogue didn’t say anything. He just stepped away from the doorway.
Blaze entered the room. It surprised him to find it pretty bare.
All of them put in at least a bit of effort into personalizing their rooms. Even Blaze had stuff that made his roomhis. Yet Rogue’s walls were bare.
There was a bed with generic white bedding, a chest of drawers, and a desk. Not a single piece of clutter on any surface. Not a single book.
“Have a seat wherever you like,” Rogue said, walking past him. He settled on the bed, stretching his long legs and crossing his arms behind his head. “What’s up?”
Blaze went over to the windowsill and opened the window. He waved a pack of cigarettes. “Do you mind?”
Rogue smirked again. “Do you care if I do?”
Blaze shrugged, putting a cigarette between his lips. “I care enough to ask.”
“I don’t mind,” Rogue said.
Blaze lit a cigarette, dreading the start of this conversation.
“I bet you didn’t come here to smoke,” Rogue said after a moment. “So you might as well get on with it, Leveau.”
