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Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

We returned to my room and fucked each other again.

And again. He dicked me down in every position, every spot we could come up with.

But all those years of built-up tension could not be satiated.

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever stop wanting him inside me, wanting his tongue and fingers finding new spots to explore.

We didn’t talk. There wasn’t time for that, and that wasn’t why he’d found me. My warrior knew what he was there for—to remind me that I deserved every good thing in the world. I deserved to be worshiped in body and in spirit.

When the sun peeked through the curtains, I brought him back into the bathroom. And I rode him on the shower bench as he massaged shampoo into my hair.