27: Other Lovers and Us

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I huffed and looked back. She was still asleep, lying on her arm and her face was buried down in the mattress. She whistled through the slit of her lips. Her hair was absolutely messed, but it was my doing so she looked beautiful. I sighed... i had to get her up: she was late for the training. I opened the blinds and looked back but she did not even nudge. I approached and crouched low. "Anastasia..."

"Princess." I called smoothed her head. She groaned and turned back in her thoughts unaware of who was someone calling for. "Princess, wake up." I repeated before she inhaled sharply. "Yeah, i'm the princess. That's me." She opened her eyes and turned back. She tried to keep her eyes wide and checked me out. "You need to wake up." The death eaters were all gathered downstairs. It was only us left. She groaned like a child and turned fully away from where i was. "No... and why does your voice sound like you haven't been asleep 15 minutes ago?" She slapped the bed. I scowled in confusion. "Because I haven't?" I answered. "What time is it?" She asked after a somewhat long pause. "Eleven." I checked my watch. She turned with dropped features.

"15 minutes ago, it was 6:35." She stated but i sighed crossing my arms. "No, it wasn't. You're just tired. Now get up you need to train." I answered tilting my head. "Of course i'm tired, and! My legs hurt." She raised an index smirking. "I'm sorry if keeping up with you for three rounds is tiring for me." I chuckled. But she did such a great job keeping up with me. It was truly... an unforgettable night.

I rolled my tongue in my cheek as she rolled around. "I'll fix your legs, then you get up and get dressed." I hurled the covers off her. She convulsed. "Respect yourself!" She screamed mocking me and trying to move back so i grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.

Her body was so fucking irresistible. I huffed and noticed how her skin was darker with the many many bruises i coloured on her last night. Was i that rough? Oh i knew i was. Proud of it too.

I just loved how i was the best she had. The best dick to an extent that even if i died, she would still feel me inside her until she follows me into the afterlife.

I tried to look away from the parts that turned me on the most as i massaged down her nerves on her legs. "Too hard to stay restrained huh?" She mocked so i raised a brow at her with a smirk. "You know how easy you are to turn on, Anastasia. Don't push it." She nodded with a devilish sassy grin before i took my hands away. She wrapped herself in the covers and stood up to move to the bathroom. "Don't stare," she raised an index as she moved with her back all visible. I smiled shaking my head in frustration before she shut the door. I knew i should've woken her earlier to speak with her a bit longer since i had only 45 minutes to leave, but i couldn't disrupt her beauty sleep.

....

"I will need you to cut the apple into four equal parts." We stood in the yard with the 20 other new comers and their trainers who i picked for them. She was in sports' shorts and a long sleeved shirt with her hair tied back and face clean.

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