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One of Rema’s hands drifted over my back, dragging fingertips up my spine.

“I have no idea. This is my first time for anything, Patty. Though, I have been told it can vary depending on the intensity of the sex. Sometimes a few minutes… sometimes hours.”

I snorted, wincing when that made my muscles clench around him. “If it’s based on intensity, we are going to be here forever.”

I certainly hoped not. Not only was I really,reallystarting to ache, but I also had to pee.

“Perhaps if we try to sleep, my knot will relax? I can’t think of anything else that will ease it.”

I didn’t know if sleep was possible, but it was worth a try. I very carefully snuggled my upper body against Rema. “I am pretty worn out. How about you?” I asked, lifting my head to look at him.

What I saw had me freezing and tightening around him again, which only served to make the expression on his face darker. His eyes were still black, and filled with ferocious carnality.

“Not worn out,” he said, his voice shadowed with cruel amusement.

Rema was hanging on to his beast by a thin thread. The thought should have filled me with apprehension, as I was feeling rather raw at the moment. But it wasn't worry that had my shivering against him.

“Noted,” I whispered, laying my head back down. I was locked together with a goddamned barely restrained sex fiend. I bit my lip to keep from giggling. I’d quite literally made a monster out of Rema.

If I could have moved my legs, I’d have kicked my feet.

Sleep wasn’t going to come for meanytimesoon.

I woke up alone in bed, the covers tucked in snug around me. There was light shining into the room from closed glass doors.

When I shifted to sit up, the sore void between my legs had me grunting and collapsing back into the pillows.

“Ouch.”

Movement stirred from behind a closed door that opened a second later, revealing a fresh from the shower Rema with a towel wrapped around his hips, his wings blocking most of the light from the bathroom, creating a haloed outline around him.

He saw me and stilled, his lower hands clutching the towel to keep it up. It was hanging low, his Adonis belt on full display. Water droplets ran down his upper body, and I tracked one from his neck all the way down hard abs until it disappeared into the towel.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice a husky rasp.

He secured the towel, coming around the bed to stand over me. “How are you feeling?”

His cock was at eye level, the semi hard outline of it visible through the thin drying cloth. My mouth watered, but my pussygave a twinge of reminder that she’d pack up her shit and leave if I so much as hinted at wanting to go another round right now.

I sighed, irritated at myself. “I’m sore, but you are looking delicious right now and it’s setting my better judgment on fire.”

Rema chuckled, crouching down next to the bed, and plucked a flower from my collarbone. “Yes, I can see that. I’m afraid we will both have to wait until your nanos repair the damage.” His smile faded, and he gave me a serious look, his brows pinched.

“Will it always hurt you like that?”

I winced, shifting my legs together to try and ease the burning sensation his words reminded me about. “No. Eventually I’ll get accustomed to you. You won’t ever be able to just slam your cock inside me with no prep, but it will go much faster, and I won’t be nearly as sore afterwards. Iwillget used to your size, Rema.”

At least I fucking hoped I did. I wanted to be able to go multiple rounds with my elf.

Rema nodded, his shoulders relaxing and his smile returned. “That’s good. I don’t like the thought of hurting you every time we mate.” His smile darkened as he leaned closer to me. “And one time a night is not enough, Patty. It was not enough.”

I shivered at the velvety tone of his voice.

His smile widened at my reaction and he rose to his full height. “Now, let's get you in the bath. It will help soothe you.”

And clean me. My legs felt sticky. All that cum had leaked out when his knot relaxed and now it was all over me. And while it was freaking hot to be covered in him, sticky wasn’t my jam.

I sat up slowly, rolling onto the side of my hip to avoid putting any pressure on my aching cunt, and it still hurt like a bitch.