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“Um.” I scan his face and neck. “Headbutt you?”

“And mess up this pretty face?”

At first, I think he’s talking about his face, but then he leans forward and kisses the space between my eyebrows, making my eyes flutter closed.

“If I had to choose between my face and my life…” I open my eyes. “It’s an easy decision.”

“Headbutts can be effective, but they’re incredibly risky if done wrong. If that was literally all you could do, I would say sure, go for it. But you have plenty of options in this position that don’t have the potential to knock you out in the process. So, try again.”

I snap my teeth at his face, making him rear back…with a smile.

“That’s just gonna get me hard.”

With a roll of my eyes, I twist just slightly to the massive bicep near my cheek.

Tentatively, I fit my teeth around the muscle before raising an eyebrow at Khaos.

The only part that moves on him is his Adam’s apple as it bobs from a swallow.

Eyes on his, I bite down, not as hard as if I was in an actual altercation, but hard enough to feel the sinuous fibers shift beneath the salty skin.

Although I see his lips mouth fuck, the noise never reaches my ears.

Unclenching my jaw, I release the bicep, causing strings of saliva to stretch between his skin and my teeth.

There’s a gleam in those sapphires, then I’m suddenly shifted under the giant, who up until now was careful to keep most of his weight off me, making me groan.

As if to highlight the size difference further, he thrusts his erection against my ass.

The moan I unleash has nothing to do with my limited ability to breathe and everything to do with the ache that’s appeared between my thighs.

Sounding as breathless as I am, he rasps against my ear, “You did it now.”

“Sensitive?” I can’t help but taunt.

“There? Fuck yeah, I am.”

So that explains it. Khaos’s bicep is his weak spot.

And I had to go and take a bite out of it.

“It’s just an arm.”

“With a direct link to my cock.” Once again, he presses said cock into my backside, earning himself another moan.

“Won’t happen again,” I lie.

“I want it to happen again. I want you to tear the skin on my arm every time I rip open that tight cunt of yours.”

This feels more like dirty talk than anything Guy ever said.

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, make your legs shake so bad you can’t swim, cheer, nothing. You’ll be lucky to walk a straight line when I’m done with you.”

If I didn’t recognize the voice, I’d have to question if this is the same man who all but waxed poetry for me earlier. It’s definitely Khaos at my back, just a more unhinged version.

I get the barest reprieve when he leans to one side to tug down my shorts, as well as his own, then his fist is brushing my entrance as he lines himself up with it. Lifting my ass to give him better access, I hold my breath as he pushes inside.

“Breathe, Kota, or all you’re gonna get is the tip.”