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I tug at his hair. "Fuck."

He slows, but not enough for me to stay upright. I slip.

Kit is seamless. He scoops me by the knees and slings my legs over his shoulders.

He works me with his tongue, fast then slow, hard then soft, with that flesh then with that fucking amazing piercing.

God, it's intense.

And he's moaning like he's enjoying it as much as I am.

Fuck.

"Kit." I press my thighs against his cheeks. "Don't stop."

His fingers dig into my flesh. He focuses in on my clit. His movements get faster, harder. It's the soft flesh.

Then the smooth metal of his piercing—

"Fuck." I let out a low groan. My hands dig into his hair.

Every flick of that thing sends a shockwave of pleasure to my core. I groan. I writhe. I lose my last hint of shyness.

"Kit," I breathe. "Make me come."

He groans against my skin. Then he's licking me right where I need him, tormenting me with that delicious piercing.

A few flicks of his tongue and I'm there. Pleasure spills through my body as I come. My sex pulses. My fingers dig into his hair.

Every bit of tension in my body releases in one hell of an orgasm.

I sink onto the counter. My legs go slack. My arms flop onto the tile surface. "Fuck."

He plants a kiss on my inner thighs. "You taste fucking good."

"I can't take another."

"Later." He pushes himself to his feet and plants a kiss on my chest, just above my breast. "How about I clean off the rest of that red sauce."

"Yes, please."

He chuckles. "I was thinking the bath."

"That's good too."

Even with his lips curled into a smile, Kit is wearing an intense expression. There's an intensity to his expression. It's not need or desire as much as it's satisfaction.

Pride even.

I follow him upstairs.

This is a hell of a bathroom. It's huge with sleek tile and silver fixtures. And the bathtub—

Damn, that's a bathtub.

Kit slides his arm around my waist and motions to the shower.

I shake my head and motion to the tub.

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