I glare at her. She’s right.
We’re already too deep. Hours in. Physically tangled, chemically high, still riding the overlap of orgasm and insight.
And neither of us has said stop.
“You think this is a good idea?” I ask, voice low.
“Absolutely not,” she says. “But that’s never stopped me before.”
I swallow hard.
Gods…she’s phenomenal.
“Also,” she adds, with a smirk, “you have a stupidly good dick.”
I bark out a startled laugh.
“I’m serious,” she says. “Objectively excellent. You should be studied.”
I lean down and nip her shoulder. “You’re not allowed to publish on it.”
“Too late. Already submitting an abstract. Title:‘Applications of Nyeri’i Cock in Neural Pattern Disruption.’”
“Lyn, that would never pass peer review.”
“Or maybe‘Sticky Hypothesis: Why I Keep Coming Back to My Supervisor’s D?—’”
I shut her up with a kiss, but she’s laughing into it, her fingers sliding over my tendrils again.
This is not a relationship.
This is not safe.
But it’shappening.
And for now—for the rest of this night—we’re letting it.
CHAPTER 20
LYN
Wakingup after sleeping with someone you really weren't supposed to has a certain kind of charm.
First…it's mortifying. You get that hit right in your chest that squeezes your heart and says,Hey you. You fucked up. You've got to get out of here.
But then…damn it.
It's warm.
It's nice.
And he is…fully on top of me.
Kaelion Rhyss sprawls over me, an arm outstretched across my chest, his tendrils relaxed across the pillows, his leg slung over me. His breath disturbs the curls at my nape every time he exhales, his cock still half-hard against my hip.
And I'm not coming uncontrollably, which is nice. Though I don't know what's going to happen when he stops touching me.
I don'twanthim to stop touching me.
