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I was sprawled out on the rumpled sheets, lost in a blissful haze by what I figured was either the third or maybe the fourth day of Xavier's rut. Every inch of me ached in ways that felt both overwhelming and delicious, with every muscle complaining under the relentless waves of pleasure that had us totally consumed.
I could feel sweat slick on my skin, mixed with the thick scent of Xavier that now seemed to claim me like a permanent mark. Faint bruises were blooming on my hips and thighs from where his fingers had gripped me during those wild moments.
My voice was hoarse from the nonstop moans and cries that had escaped my throat, and my legs were trembling just from trying to exist after being claimed so thoroughly.
Yet, amidst the fatigue, a deep, bone-melting satisfaction thrummed through me, a sense of being wanted, needed, and loved in the most primal way.
