Chapter 3: Echoes in the Dark
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Chapter 3: Echoes in the Dark
Elena woke to the faint creak of old wood settling in the Voss estate, the west wing still wrapped in predawn gray. Her thighs pressed together under the silk sheets, meeting a tender ache and the lingering slickness that clung to her skin. She closed her eyes, breath shallow, and the night before pulled her back in.
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Last night.
The smaller door clicked shut. The mattress sank under his weight. A big, warm hand clamped her wrist to the pillow above her head.
“Julian?” Her voice cracked.
No answer. His other hand shoved her nightgown up her thighs in one slow drag, then yanked it higher until her breasts spilled free. His rough palm covered one, squeezing hard, thumb scraping rough circles over her n****e until it ached and peaked tight. Her back arched sharply, hips jerking up.
His mouth replaced his hand- hot, wet suction pulling her n****e deep. His tongue flicked fast, then slow, teeth grazing. A sharp whimper from her. Her free hand flew into his hair, yanking hard as her body bowed off the bed.
He ripped the nightgown off completely. Strong hands gripped the backs of her thighs and spread her wide, knees pushed toward her chest. For a long second he stared at her dripping virgin p***y.
Her cunt clenched visibly. Another hot rush of slick slipped out.
He dipped his head. The first broad lick from her entrance to her swollen c**t made her jolt. Her thighs tried to snap shut. He held them open and licked again, firmer, lapping noisily. When his lips sealed around her c**t and sucked hard, her hips bucked violently. A broken cry ripped out. Her fingers twisted desperately in his hair. Her p***y fluttered and leaked against his tongue.
Two thick fingers pushed inside her. Her walls clamped down instantly, pulsing around the stretch. He curled them and pumped. Wet squelching sounds filled the room with every thrust. Her thighs shook. Her breathing was fractured.
He sucked her c**t harder, fingers f*****g her faster. Her p***y suddenly clamped violently, rhythmic spasms milking his fingers as fresh slick gushed over his hand and chin. Her heels dug into the mattress, toes curling tight, legs jerking. A raw moan tore from her throat.
He kept licking and fingering through every flutter until she twitched away, oversensitive.
He rose. The blunt head of his cock nudged her soaked folds. He pushed. The thick crown stretched her virgin entrance wide. Burning sting bloomed as he forced her open. She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. He paused halfway, thick and throbbing. Her p***y fluttered wildly, leaking down his shaft.
Then he sank all the way in. A strangled cry spilled from her. Her walls stretched tight around every inch. For long seconds he stayed buried deep, pulsing inside her.
He started moving—long dragging strokes, then harder. Wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed with every thrust. Her breasts bounced. Her p***y fluttered and squeezed around him.
Her cunt suddenly clamped down again, spasming wildly as another orgasm tore through her. Fresh gushes coated his c**k. Her thighs quivered violently, toes curling, raw cries breaking from her.
Low, guttural groans rumbled from his chest. He kept pounding through it, hips snapping. On the final deep thrust he buried himself to the hilt. His c**k swelled and pulsed, flooding her with thick, hot jets of c*m-spurt after spurt-until it overflowed and leaked down her ass.
He stayed buried deep, chest heaving against hers, breath ragged against her neck while her pussy continued fluttering and milking him.
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Elena’s eyes opened to the gray morning light. The tender ache between her legs throbbed with every small shift. The sheets beneath her hips still felt faintly damp. She drew in a shaky breath, the memory of his mouth, his hands, and the way he had filled her so completely lingering on her skin like a brand.
It had been Julian. It had to be.
The connecting door across the room remained closed,silent and unassuming.
For now.
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