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“I could fuck you until the end of time. You’re fucking addictive!” My voice is so loud I can feel the vibrations in my throat.

“Your pussy is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven.”

Oh fuck.

I keep one hand on his back behind me, while I rub circles over my clit with the other.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Noa picks up on that and starts thrusting upwards, burying himself deeper inside me.

“Come, little-Lana!”

I ignore what he wanted to call me as I focus on my orgasm. The friction becomes too intense to sustain, so I come. Hard.

It isn’t a gentle release; it’s a violent fracturing of the tension that had been building the night he almost killed me. A sharp gasp catches in my throat, and my muscles contract around him in a tight, helpless spasm. My orgasm shatters his remaining restraint as he finishes as well.

For a few long seconds, the room completely disappears. The frantic rush of adrenaline merges into a single, crushing sensation that blocks out everything else.

“Soak my cock!” he roars, and it makes me brace myself on the bed by moving forward.

“Fuck! I’m not on the pill!”

“Not my problem!”

He stops moving and finishes inside me. My body is turning into jelly, and before I can collapse on the floor, Noa nudges me off of him and stands at the edge of the bed. He scoops me up in his arms and carries me towards a part of his villa I haven’t been to, while I cling to his body. The haze I’m in is suppressing the logical part of my brain as I don’t care how ridiculous this must look.

I bury my nose in his chest and inhale his scent—his usual wood scent mixed with the remnants of us fucking like animals.

“Where are we going?” I ask him.

“I won’t tell you, weirdo.” He chuckles, and I giggle.

“Being weird means being cool,” I tell him in my fog. I’ve never used that phrase with anyone; it seems fitting right now.

Noa stops moving for one second, and when I look up at him, his eyes have lost the hunger from before. His eyes are glossy and soft.

“What? What’s wrong?” I don’t get it. Did I say something wrong?

“Nothing. Euhm…let’s go.” He sounds nervous, but I know better than to push for an answer. I’m too tired anyway.

We come to a room, and he opens the door with one hand, and I smell…water?

I blink a couple of times, and I can finally register where I am…

A wellness room with a jacuzzi.

Chapter thirty-five

Noa

It’s a common phrase, right? Being weird means being cool?

Yes. Yes, it is.

I push those memories out of my head and carry her towards the jacuzzi.

I had this room built while I was still with Lana, hoping someday we would use it.

The transition from primal to this was seamless. My dark bedroom is a great contrast to the soft, ambient glow of the wellness room. The air here is also different—thick with the scent of eucalyptus and the heavy, humid warmth of rising steam.