The day continued under the same soft gray drizzle that had followed us since dawn. The house on Maple Lane felt smaller with Amina asleep in the room down the hall. Every creak of the floorboards, every shift of the rain on the roof, reminded us she was here. Elias woke me the same way he had the morning before — curled tight around my back, one arm across my chest, the other hand resting low and possessive over my stomach. His morning hardness pressed hot against me.
He didn’t ask. He simply lifted my leg and slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust, both of us exhaling at the stretch. We had to stay quiet. Amina was only twenty feet away.
“Still so full of me from last night,” he whispered against the back of my neck, voice rough and low. “My c*m still leaking out of this tight little
