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God, she was so wet. And so damn close to coming. But he was controlling her orgasm, wasn’t he? She wouldn’t be able to come until he let her.

Bastard.

Another image flashed in her mind. An image of him fucking her right there against the wall, his teeth in her neck, his fingers digging into the thighs she’d wrapped around him.

“Ready to come?” he asked against her mouth, his lips brushing hers.

“Yes.” A thick shaft plunged inside her. It wasn’t real, she knew that, but it felt so fucking good. And it hit her sweet spot just right as it drove into her hard and fast and—

Then she was coming.

She sucked in a breath as pure pleasure ripped through her body, fragmenting her, devastating her, tearing a scream out of her throat.

Feeling sapped of strength, she could only sag against the wall, her chest burning with every ragged breath. She blinked at Keenan. “Well, that was—”

He slammed his mouth on hers. Hot and demanding, it ate at her own—licking, tasting, nipping. Sparks flared. Chemicals raced. Skilled hands slid over her, clutching and shaping. And she knew things were about to spiral out of control.

Keenan kissed her hard and deep, unable to get enough. Every flick of her tongue dragged him deeper under her spell. His thoughts scattered. His body tightened. His blood thickened. His heart pounded like a drum.

He hadn’t thought his dick could get any harder. He’d been wrong. He was full and heavy to the point of pain.

Watching her come, tasting the sweet and delectable energy she gave off, all but shredded the leash he held over himself. But he’d known it would, hadn’t he? He’d come here hoping she’d make his control slip—he could admit that to himself now.

He needed to feel her skin against his. Needed to taste and mark. Needed to answer the oppressive, relentless hunger before he went insane with it.

It was always going to happen. The carnal, primitive need that taunted them both … you couldn’t just ignore something like that. You had no choice but to explore it; no choice but to let it play out if you ever wanted to be free of it.

Khloé gasped as she suddenly found her front pinned to the wall. Keenan pressed himself so tightly to her back that his weight held her in place. His hands were now wrapped around her wrists, keeping her own hands high above her head. Still, she struggled—which did nothing other than make the thick shaft in his jeans jerk against her back.

“Shh,” he soothed, his warm breath tickling her neck. The little hairs on her nape rose, and a slight shiver made its way down her spine.

Frowning, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “Did you just shush me?” Like she was five?

“As I see it, you have two choices,” he said, transferring both her wrists to one hand. “Choice number one: I walk out that door right now, and we both hope that this thing between us fades on its own at some point.” He slid his free hand down her arm, along her side, and then cupped her hip. “Choice number two: I fuck you. Hard. Deep. I give us what we both need, and maybe then we can get some fucking peace. You choose.”

Utterly blindsided by his words, Khloé could only stare at him. Jesus, he was serious. It wasn’t exactly flattering to hear that he wanted to fuck her so he could have “some peace.” Essentially, he hoped to rid his system of the attraction they’d been wrestling with for years. But, really, she could see some appeal in that. It certainly was not fun to crave someone you couldn’t have. It would be nice if those cravings went away.

Plus, a night of mind-blowing sex would certainly be welcome—she would bet that Keenan could quite easily deliver that. And it would be a damn nice memory to savor. Her demon was all for it.

Still, she found herself hesitating. It was highly possible that he’d later condemn himself for sleeping with his Prime’s cousin. Hell, he might even treat Khloé to one of those “it was a mistake” talks. Then she’d have to pop his head like an oversized zit.

He caught her earlobe with his teeth and softly suckled on it. “Well, what will it be? Hmm?”

She licked her lips. “Not sure it’s a good idea, Don Juan. You’ll regret it afterward.” She almost flinched as sharp teeth grazed her neck hard enough to sting.

“The only thing I’ll regret is not doing this sooner. Spent too long jacking off to the thought of having you. I want the real thing. You going to give it to me? You going to let me fuck you hard and raw?”

Well, she was a big fan of hard and raw, so it was certainly tempting. Her body was totally up for it. She’d wondered more than once whether or not he’d be able to fit the full length of his dick inside her. She wanted to find out. Wanted to know if sex between them was as good as their chemistry hinted at.

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