THE AFTERMATH OF LOVEMAKING.

HARRO.

Last night was nothing short of enchanting, a tapestry woven with shared breaths and intimate whispers as we exchanged so much DNA, as if we longed to merge completely into one another. Orion was extraordinary in every conceivable way, a dream materialized before me. I had fantasized about being with him for weeks, my mind often drifting to the thought of him, but nothing could compare to the reality of how he took me—intensely, passionately, in a way that left me utterly breathless.

It felt surreal when he finally voiced what I had yearned to hear: he wanted me too. The man I'd been infatuated with for ages had confessed his desires, and I was over the moon. The sound of those words was like a melody, resonating deep within me; I felt an overwhelming rush of happiness that threatened to bring tears to my eyes.

Even now, my mind is still spinning from the whirlwind of emotions we shared, the vivid image of our naked bodies entwined, skin against skin, bringing a radiant smile to my face. Everything about last night felt perfect—his touch, the warmth of his skin against mine, and the sweet intimacy we cultivated together. Orion is perfect, and in that moment, everything aligned beautifully.

I groaned when I reached for Orion, only to find his side of the bed empty. Where the hell was he? I wanted a repeat of last night, and he was already missing. I let my legs wander to the bathroom, but he wasn't there either. His room was empty, and a sigh of annoyance escaped me. Did he leave? No, if so, he would've taken his phone and bag.

Eventually, I found one of the staff tending to the garden, who pointed me in the direction they last saw him. My heart raced as I hurried there, and what I saw left me stunned. Orion was shirtless on the basketball court, glistening with sweat as he dribbled the ball with my dad and some of the staff.

He looked so happy and at ease, laughing as he ran around. My heart swooned when he sank a basket, sharing a high-five with my breathless dad. Watching them bond was a dream come true, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my two favorite people getting along so well.

My reverie was shattered by a languid, melodic whistling beside me. I turned to face Azalea, her gaze fixed on Orion with an unbridled hunger that made my skin crawl. Her eyes seemed to devour him, her lips curling into a salacious smile as she licked them with anticipation.

"He's so fucking hot, I want him," she purred, her voice dripping with lust.

My scowl deepened, a primal possessiveness surging through me. "Back off, Azalea," I growled, my teeth gritted in warning. "He's mine."

Azalea's laughter was dismissive, a tinkling sound that grated on my nerves. "So, when has that ever stopped me?" she replied, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes.

My blood boiled at the mere thought of her laying a hand on Orion. A fierce protectiveness rose up within me, and I knew I'd stop at nothing to shield him from Azalea's predatory clutches.

"I'm serious, Azalea. Don't touch him," I warned, my tone was low and menacing.

Azalea's laughter echoed through the air, a melodic sound that only fueled my irritation. "I think you're forgetting how this little game of ours works, junior," she replied, her voice dripping with nonchalance as she sauntered away.

Her parting words hung in the air like a challenge: "I can do whatever the hell I want with him as long as he wants me to. It's fair game. It has always been."

My heart racing, I clenched my fists in determination. That's it, then. Azalea can only have him if he wants her, right? I'll just have to ensure he doesn't want her.

Memories of our past exploits flooded my mind. Azalea and I had shared willing lovers, a twisted game of one-upmanship that I now recognized as immature. But I'd never had a problem with it before; those encounters were merely physical, lacking any real emotional connection. Her lovers always seemed to prefer me, and I'd reveled in that. But Orion was different. I think I might be in love with him, and the thought of Azalea touching him, claiming him as her own, filled me with a blinding rage.

With my mind resolute, I matched towards him as I grasped his hand and pulled him back to the room, my determination unweaving. I pushed him into the shower, the sound of rushing water enveloping us as I pondered my next move. I couldn't let Azalea claim him; the mere thought sent a surge of possessiveness through me. I must protect him from her, ensure he remains mine.

The bathroom door creaked open, and I swiftly grabbed Orion, pulling him onto the bed. He landed with a soft thud, his eyes locking onto mine with a hint of curiosity as I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as our gazes intertwined. The air was charged with tension, our bodies inches apart, he ran his hand through his damp hair making him look even more sexy as I prepared to stake my claim.

I gazed at him, my eyes locked onto his, as I spoke each word slow and deliberate: "That was quite the show you put on playing basketball

earlier...shirtless no less. Were you trying to announce to the world that you're available and ready to be taken?"

His eyes never left mine, but a subtle shift in their sparkle betrayed his amusement. A mischievous glint appeared, dancing in the depths of his irises like a flicker of candlelight, making me raise my brows in intrigue.

"And what if I was?" he countered, his voice low and husky, as he trailed his fingers along the hem of my nightwear. His touch sent shivers down my spine, and I could sense his eyes on me, watching, waiting for my reaction. He's gotten more bold since last night, hasn't he? He used to be so reserved.

A spark of challenge ignited within me, and I smirked, my heart racing with anticipation. I pinned his hands above his head, our lips colliding in a deep, passionate kiss. My teeth grazed his earlobe, and a guttural groan escaped his lips as I felt his cock twitch beneath me. I knew I had him right where I wanted him. The air was electric, our bodies entwined, and his desire obvious.

"Then, I just have to show you and everyone else that you belong to me," I whispered into his ear, my breath hot and teasing against his skin. The tension in the air thickened as I ground my ass against his hard-on, feeling the sharp contrast between his firmness and the softness of my own body. It was intoxicating, the way our desires intertwined.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I added, "You're mine, and I'm not going to share you with anyone; got it?" The words dripped with possessive longing, and a smile crept onto my face when I felt him nod in agreement, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"Good boy," I whispered under my breath, savoring the moment. Driven by an insatiable hunger, I started to put my mouth to use, trailing kisses along every inch of his skin. I marked him as mine, leaving my imprint, each soft touch a promise of my devotion. The taste of him was electric, and with every kiss, I felt that bond deepened, a tangible reminder of our connection in this heated, intimate realm we shared.