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Did we seriously break the bed?

Carefully, I flex my core muscles.

There’s an ache, but based on what I remember of his size, I should be incredibly sore.

I should also feel… messier.

We didn’t use any protection. Which is stupid. I didn’t get up to clean myself. Also stupid. And…

My eyes widen.

Did he… lick me… after?

I try to remember, but all I can find are feelings.

Satisfaction. Contentment. Adoration.

I think this giant man licked me clean after fucking me into a sex coma. And now he’s wrapped around me, cocooning me in his incredible heat.

His naked body plastered against my equally naked body.

His thick cock pressing against my ass.

His bare leg covering mine.

I’ve never felt this small before. Not in the good kind of feminine way. But with him… I feel dainty.

With him, I feel cherished.

Which is crazy.

I don’t know him.

I can’t just let him stay here.

My heart thuds. And I remember that too.

My heart stopping. Twice.

Our hearts beating as one.

My pulse quickens.

None of this can be real.

It has to be drugs.

Volik’s chest expands with steady breaths against my back.

His exhales are consistent.

Maybe he won’t notice our racing heartbeat.

Maybe that didn’t even happen.

Maybe he’ll stay asleep until I⁠—

“What is wrong, Ma Fleur?” His deep voice rumbles through the room.