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His cum spurted inside me, wave after wave of intense heat.

I screamed so loudly that my voice broke.

I lost all sense of reason, writhing and moaning beneath him. I twisted, thrashing as he held me in place.

I broke, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain and everything that this night had become.

I began to sob. Not a soft cry that I could keep quiet, but heart-wrenching sobs that tore me open.

His thrusts slowed and finally came to a stop, but I wasn’t really aware of anything outside my own body anymore. Vaguely, I realized that he was pulling the ginger out.

I was numb.Everywhere.

He’d made me come so hard that I’d cried. My mind whirled with that single realization. It wasn’t just some mythical thing in the movies or in books.

This wasreal.

He pulled out of me, and I felt his seed drip down onto my thighs, but I was too exhausted to care. My tears kept rolling down my cheeks. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me up. He carried me out of the kitchen and through the rest of the house, not caring that I was completely naked.

Exhausted, I curled against him. My head fit well in the cradle of his neck, and I tentatively wrapped my arm around him. His fingers squeezed my arm and pushed it into place.

He didn’t ask me to say anything, but we both knew I didn’t need to. I sniffled, not caring that my tears and messed-up makeup were probably getting on the collar of his shirt.

He carried me all the way to my chambers in silence. I used that time to gather myself. My tears slowly dried and my quiet cries tapered off. My erratic heartbeat finally calmed, and a languid numb tingling spread through my limbs. My core ached. My pussy and my ass both felt warm inside and out, but it was no longer painful.

He hoisted me up a bit so he could pull down the covers.

Gently, he laid my body on the bed, tucking me under the blankets and pulling them up to ensure I was covered.

“You will sleep naked for me tonight, little girl,” he instructed softly.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice still quite hoarse. My body slumped against the bed, thoroughly exhausted.

“Tomorrow in the daylight, you may explore more of the estate. For now, though, I want you to rest for me, my Mina,” he murmured.

The possessiveness in his tone was comforting. I knew it should have alarmed me a little, but I was too tired to put any more thought into it.

He brushed my hair off my forehead and behind my ear. I pressed into his touch a little, wanting to extend that moment for as long as humanly possible.

“Sleep now. I will be away on business until late in the afternoon and you will dine with me in the evening.”

He leaned forward. His heat emanated around me as his lips pressed against my forehead. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his kiss on my bare flesh.

I was just about asleep by the time he walked out of my room. There was a gentle noise that reminded me of a key turning in a lock.

I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or if it was real.

CHAPTER6

JASMINA

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I lay there for several minutes trying to ascertain if I was alive or dead. Every part of my body ached, from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet.

I turned my head, looking at my right hand. Were my fingers were still working?

They moved. That was a good sign, at least. I wriggled my toes under the comforter. A languid feeling was simmering through me.

I was naked… completely naked.

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