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ey stumbled out, their hands all over each other as they made their way to Athena’s room. She fumbled with the key card,

heir desire driving them forward. As soon as the door closed behind them, Vincent pushed At

eled at the sight of his toned chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Vincent’s hands

murmured against her lips,

she felt a surge of confidence. “Show me how much you want

s arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers, and their lips m

s down her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, making her moan softly. He continued do

asped, her voice

rin, he kissed her inner thighs, his breath warm and tantalizing. Then, he bu

her firmly in place as he worked her over, his tongue and lips driving her wild w

eyes dark with lust. “I want

her entire body shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. Her knees tremble

was, his erection straining against his pants. Desire coursed through her veins, and she lic

tore open the condom packet and swiftly rolled it onto his thick, throbbing cock. He positioned hims

he head of his cock pressing against her entrance, and she moaned softly, he

ching her walls as he filled her completely. “Fuck, you’re so tight,

to move. Each thrust was deep and powerful, sending jolts of pleasure thro

rust. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with their m

even deeper inside her. “Harder, Vincent. Fuck me ha

Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, building and building until she couldn’t

Vincent commanded, hi

e was consumed by another powerful orgasm. The sensation pushed Vincent over the edge, and he th

ly as they came down from their high. Vincent gently pulled out of her and

e,” he murmured, his voic

she caught her breath. “Yeah, it was,” she agree

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Athena squinted, her head throbbing slightl

nd Vincent sleeping beside her, his featur

a smile tugging at her lips as memories

ine shadowed by a hint of stubble. His tousled dark

ure. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most—deep, inten

oftened his otherwise fierce demea

eaking the tranquil moment. It was Cynthia. Athena reached for the phone, carefully sl

hour. I have arranged for breakfast at the hall,”

lock, sighing softly. “

,” Cynthia added

ng back to Vincent. He remained peacefully

ed chest. Athena went inside the bathroom to freshen up but upon reaching there sh

met with the sight of Vincent awake, his eyes watching her with a mixture of

nto her cheeks as she realized she was still cla

by surprise, pulling her into his lap with a playful grin. She couldn't help but laugh as

rtedly, her fingers fumbling with the phone as his lips bru

an't it wait?" he murmured, his hands sliding possessive

le. With a playful glare, she managed to focus on her phone long enough to dial Cynthia's number, but

icult to concentrate as Vincent's teasing grew more insistent. She tried to keep her tone steady a

whisper. She felt Vincent's fingers tracing lazy circles on her inner thi

adam. I'll have them sent up in fifteen minutes," she replied politely. However, she

slid between her folds, teasing her relentlessly. "Yes, everything's fi

r skin. "You sound more than just tired," he murmured,

are you sure you're alright? Y

ent's fingers began to slide in and out of her. She clung to the phone, her knuckl

mething was amiss but not pressing further. "

dropping the phone onto the bed. She turned her attentio

she gasped, her hips moving i

r torturous rhythm. "You love it," he replied, his v

lders as she kissed him back with equal fervor. "You're gonna make

hitting just the right spot to make her moan loudly. He watched her

ticipation. "Fuck, Vincent," she moaned, her nails digging into

ingers working faster, harder

rgasm building inside her. "Vincent!" she cried out, her body conv

l she was a quivering mess in his arms. Only then did he pull his hand away, lic

th, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm.

ual," he said, his hands sliding down her back as he pull

ened, reality crashing back in. "Shit, it's Cynthia," she m