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It’s a bar. I could just be drunk. She’ll assume I had too much to drink, is all. I force myself to stand and tug the tight devil panties down with a convenient opening where my entrance is. It’s so hard to pee and takes forever. My clit is so swollen. I wash my hands and take a look at myself in the mirror. My face is flushed. I grab my hair and put it in the messiest messy bun, but I can’t care right now. I’m going back to war.

Her hand glides underneath my dress and over my panties, assuring I put the device back into place. When her fingers brush over my panties, she kisses my neck. “Such a good girl for me,” she purrs.

I can barely think or see straight by the time dinner is over and we are walking back to her bike. It’s dark now, so when we reach the back corner of the parking lot, she’s the one who drops to her knees this time. She has me put a leg over her shoulder, and she holds my thigh and hip to keep me balanced. I sigh happily when her warm tongue dips into me.

“Kioni, I need you so bad, baby. Please.”

She thrusts her tongue inside me in quick sessions, and then my foot is placed back on the ground and she’s standing in front of me.

“Just a little longer. I want to hear you beg some more.”

And I do. I beg the entire way to her house, dipping my hand under her waistband before she can stop me. I play with her until we pull into her garage, and I’m being lifted into her arms. Our kiss is pure desperation. When we reach her bedroom, she tugs my dress off before throwing me onto her bed. She disappears into her closet, returning dressed like Shadow in the devil mask with black pants. A black sports bra replaces the back hoodie she used to hide inside.

My lips part as she unzips her jeans and pulls out the cock she used on me when she was dressed like this. She’s the prettiest devil I’ve ever seen. I squeal when she grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs apart. She’s not gentle when she’s Shadow, and my body cries out for this side of her. Her fingers dip inside me.

“You’re still so fucking wet,” she growls. The tip teases my entrance and I beg again.

“Shadow, please fuck me.” My head falls back when she thrusts inside me, letting out a moan of relief. Her abs tighten each time she pistons her hips forward, and she looks god-like…demanding of worship, praise, and pleasure.

I hear vibrations, but I don’t feel them. The deep hum coming from the mask tells me it’s my devil chasing her own release. Then my toy turns on too, and I arch my back off the bed. She fucks into me harder until all you hear is wet slapping, vibrations, and wild moans and screams until we are drenched, panting, and she collapses on top of me.

I wrap my legs around her waist and tug off her mask. It clangs against the floor, and I pull her to me by the back of her neck, and kiss her like my life depends on it.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more, Kioni. Tell me what I have to do to stay yours forever.”

“You’re already doing it, love. You chose me. Keep choosing me.”

“Always.”

38

Kioni

Sam snuggles up against me with her legs resting in my lap and a blanket draped over both of us as we watch the sunrise on my porch.

“This is life,” I mumble against her head, kissing her hair and resting my head on top of hers.

“If Nyx was at our feet, it would definitely be,” she replies, reaching over to grab her coffee cup.

I groan dramatically, and she elbows me in the stomach. “Hey,” I laugh. “My abs are sore from fucking you all night.”

She smiles and hums, leaning in to kiss me. “Your dick game is on point, babe.” I laugh, kissing her back harder. “Can I use it on you one day?”

“No. Dick, even a fake one, is not my cup of tea, love.”

She puckers her bottom lip, and I lean in, sucking it into my mouth. “That won’t work this time.”

“Fine,” she drags out the word, her voice light with humor.

When she places her cup down and snuggles back into me, my heart aches it’s so full. Is it normal to love someone so much that it hurts? I pull her into my lap and hug her until it’s time for her to go home and swap out with Ryker. He stayed at her house with Nyx so we could be as loud and crazy as we wanted without bothering either of them.

“How soon is too soon to move in together?” I blurt out.

She pauses while getting dressed and scrunches her face in thought. “I don’t think there is a right or wrong timeframe for that. Nothing we have done thus far follows any social norms.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep or wake up without you anymore,” I admit.

“We’ll just take turns sleeping at each other’s houses until we figure it out. I’ve never lived with someone before. Other than family, that is.” She chews on her lip nervously.