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Nerthus

I can’t wrap my head around how many times he fucked me after saying that he loved his name since I had started to call him that.

My body isn’t responding to me anymore, and I feel exhausted, my pussy clenching his cock tighter every time.

But the thing that pains me the most is that he hasn’t talked since he said that to me.

And I haven’t gotten any compliments.

He is not even looking at me, and his gaze went straight through me when he did.

He mostly takes me from behind, as if my gaze would burn his skin in some way.

“Arawn,” I whisper, getting him finally to look at me. “Usually, men tend to come rather fast, and I was always glad about it. But with you it is different. I enjoy your stamina so damn much. I don’t seem to get enough, and every time I feel you are about to come, I beg for just another bit…”

Taking a deep breath, I chuckle, “Even if I’m exhausted.”

I gulp, and he frowns at me. “Why are you telling me that?”

“I just wanted to get it off my chest.” I shake my h