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The sun peeking through the curtains woke Xyrus as he wondered how long he'd overslept. It wasn't like him to sleep in, and when he glanced down to see Lana's small body curled against his own, it all came rushing back.

He still couldn't believe their night together, and feeling Lana beside him caused him to relive it all again. She was everything he imagined and now, sleeping beside him, she was even more beautiful than before. Her makeup was smudged, and he felt himself lengthen remembering the tears in her eyes as he pumped her to ecstasy.

Rolling out of the bed, he was careful not to wake Lana. He didn't want to be overzealous, already feeling the addiction grow deep in his bones. He wanted her. Again and again. He needed her, and knew that if he didn't put some space between them, they may never get out of bed.

After watching her sleep for longer than expected, Xyrus tiptoed out of the room, making his way to the kitchen as she slept alone in his room. It was a