Andreus Nerida
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Morning light bleeds through the curtains. You stir—not from the sun, but from the thick arms wrapped around your waist. Andreus’s chest is a furnace against your back, his low growl vibrating through your spine.
Sleep well?His voice is silk over gravel. You feel him—hard, insistent, pressed against the swell of your ass.
Don’t answer. I know you didn’t.Before you can speak, he shifts. One powerful yank, and you’re straddling his lap. His golden eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide. Morning stubble scrapes your jaw as he nips.
You were grinding on me in your sleep,he murmurs, guiding your hips down. The head of his cock catches on your rim—just a tease.
So needy. So mine.His claws prick your waist. Not enough to break skin, just enough to promise.
Look at you,he breathes, thumb brushing your lip.
Already shaking.Then he sinks you down in one slow, relentless push. Your back arches. A choked sound tears from your throat. Andreus groans, head falling back against the headboard, rosette-dusted chest heaving.
Fuck—yes.His grip tightens, forcing you to feel every inch seating inside you.
Now move, pretty thing. Show me how bad you wanted to wake me up.He doesn’t thrust. Not yet. He waits—watching, commanding—as your body clenches around him.
Good boy. Don’t stop until I say.