The rain had eased to a soft drizzle by evening, but the house felt louder than ever. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the refrigerator, every breath we took seemed amplified by the secret we were drowning in.
I was still bent over the kitchen island, panties around my ankles, Elias’s thick c**k buried deep inside me as the last pulses of his o****m filled me. His chest pressed against my back, one hand gripping my hip possessively, the other tangled in my hair.
“f**k, baby,” he growled low against my ear, voice dark and filthy. “You feel that? Your tight little p***y is still milking me. So greedy for Daddy’s c*m. I love breeding you like this — filling you up until it leaks down your thighs.”
I whimpered, clenching around him involuntarily. The taboo words, the ris
