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He arm The only time he was ever hen Anya had slept in his bed

He usually awakened fro chilled to the bone, da like an aniutter for two days

He shifted,nition, why he was so warm

His eyes opened and he stared into a sleeping face Anya’s face Spiked red gold lashes lay against her creamy flesh; her lips were parted as she breathed, her breath whispering over his chest

Their legs were tangled together, his erection, fierce and engorged to the point of agony, throbbed with brutal insistence where it lay, pressed between her thighs, surrounded by the slick, creamy essence of her arousal

She et, and her wet heat slicked his dick and reminded him of how much hotter it was deep inside her body

What the hell was she doing here? He rapped around her like a vine, holding her to hih this for how long?

Sheas she rode the thick length of his cock against her clit

Damn Damn

He felt his hand clench her hip, then relax Did he want her to stop or to continue? Would she find her pleasure in her sleep as he watched?

His hand sh

“Anya” He sed tightly as he felt her ain

He barely re to the bathrooain He didn’t re here at those times He remembered the chill in his bones and the need for sleep or for water or food He would have surely known if she had been in his bed

He glanced at the clock on the wall Forty-eight hours since he had first returned to Base and collapsed in the bed

His teeth snapped together as shethe painfully engorged shaft it cuddled Damn her Damn the heat Damn his weakness