Panting, I sank into the cushions. He grabbed a towel, cleaned me up, then pulled me onto his lap. His mouth found my chest, latching onto my breasts through the bra before tugging it off. He sucked hard, teeth grazing my nipples, one hand kneading while the other pinned my wrists above my head. He alternated between soft licks and sharp bites, leaving my skin flushed and sensitive, my breath hitching with every tug of his lips.

— Nora, next time I’m chaining you to my bed.

I laughed, still dizzy.

— Shut up and don’t stop.

He didn’t. He worked my chest until I was raw, then we collapsed, limbs tangled, drifting off in a haze.

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