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33 | Delirium

You'll learn your place, one way or another.

This man is insatiable.

My jaw aches from sucking him off. My core was throbbing from his attention. My legs barely supported my weight, too tired from being stretched behind my ears.

By day three, I was delirious. His hands... his mouth... his cock... How was I supposed to survive this? To survive him?

I grimaced as I pulled myself upward in the bed, trying to stifle my groan of protest. Euphrates was downstairs, working in his office, finally letting me alone after 72 hours of non-stop fucking. His threat was not empty. He meant every word of what he said.

He fucked raw. He fucked hard. He fucked deep.

Slowly I began to explore his penthouse, dragging my tired, barely covered frame through doorway after doorway. The impressive space featured seven bedrooms plus the master, nine bathrooms, two dens, a movie theater, two kitchens, a pool and two other rooms that were locked up tight. I didn't dare go near his study, my clit was still tingling after our last session.

And if I'm honest with myself, my cunt was still hungry. He wouldn't have an issue with feeding it either or filling my other holes until I overflowed. I stepped into the first-floor kitchen and began to rummage through the fridge.

I decided to make chicken noodle soup, pulling all the fresh ingredients out and lining them up on the counter. Quickly I grilled the chicken and vegetables and boiled the noodles. As I finished shredding the chicken, I mixed milk into my carefully created rue.

Then, I cut the heat to low and turned to lean across the counter. The smell of fresh soup permeated the air as it simmered, awakening a low growl from my hungry stomach. I felt him before he touched me.

His hands fell to my waist, moving his white button-up shirt to my back and exposing my ass. No words left his mouth as he pressed his hard erection inside of me. I kicked my feet out, and scraped my nails against the marble counter while I was lifted from the ground.

A low agonized groan left him when he was firmly seated inside of me. We breathed together, sucking in air in earnest. I wiggled in his grasp, pressing my hips backward to meet his first thrust.

Gently he squeezed my waist and dragged his hands upwards to unbutton his shirt, eagerly pressing into my flesh. I gasped aloud when his fingers pinched my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger in time with his thrusts.

Arching my back, I cried out. I was dripping wet for him and his cock. His mouth painted my back, kissing and nipping along the skin as he stripped the shirt from my shoulders and tossed it away.

"Eu-phrates." I sucked my teeth, hanging onto the counter with all my might. My knuckles turned white, robbed of color, as I held on. He stayed silent, simply battered the flesh between my legs with determined thrusts that massaged deep inside of me. "I-I gonna come."

His hand slapping harshly against my ass brought a whimper out of me. He leaned over me, pressing his naked heated flesh to mine. "I don't remember saying you could come."

Four hours later I was still a mess. We had eaten the soup I cooked, and were leaned on one another in the middle of Euphrates' massive black leather sectional. His fingers were buried in my hair, stroking gently through the curled strands.

"I love your hair." He whispered, tugging deeper. I turned over and smiled up at him silently. "I love your lips. I love everything there is about you."

His continued praise made me roll my eyes. "You don't know enough about me to love me, Euphrates."

"I know everything there is to know about you, Devani. Ask me anything and I can tell you the answer."