Day forty-six arrived with the same low mist hugging Maple Lane, but the house felt louder in its emptiness. Amina’s open bedroom door across the hall was a constant reminder. Her text at 7:15 a.m. had been short: “Dorm’s okay. Classes start Monday. Miss the quiet.” Elias read it while I was still curled against his chest, his arm locked around me like he was afraid the silence would swallow us both.
He didn’t speak at first. He just rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs apart, and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust. We both exhaled at the stretch. He moved with purpose, hips rolling steady and claiming, one hand gripping my thigh, the other braced beside my head.
“Still so full of me from last night,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and filthy. “My c*m still leaking out whil
