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Both of us groan as I sink back down onto his cock.
Caelan grips my hair and pulls me in for another kiss. It’s every bit as rough, passionate, and deep as the way he’s fucking me, and the way his tongue ravages my mouth is—damn.
“Caelan,” I beg helplessly. I’m trembling against him, the way his cock pounds into me, making my eyes roll back, and the heat and pleasure are almost too much to bear. The intensity of it leaves me utterly breathless, and all I can do is cling to him while he grips my hips and slams into me. I’m probably leaving scratches by clawing at his back, but from his enthusiasm, it only spurs him on.
I’m going to come and soon. Caelan is so unrelenting. Every touch, every thrust, is driving me rapidly toward my peak. I want him to come too. So, I lower my head, mouth trailing hotly along the stubble of his facial hair, then down to his throat. I find that sensitive spot behind his jaw and bite down. Caelan swears, tightening his grip on me enough to hurt, but I’m so caught up in the moment that the pain is only another sensation to add to the already heady mix of pleasure and lust. I’m going to have claw marks torn into my hips before the end of this. Worth it, though. So worth it.
I don’t stop, bruising a hickey against Caelan’s throat.
“Shannon—” he chokes out, half in pleasure, half in warning. All his noises grow louder—the groans as he fucks me, the guttural gasps.
I can’t form words at all. Even if my mouth wasn’t preoccupied, I couldn’t think through the heat and need andCaelan. All I can do is moan, clinging to him even tighter. I tense in his grip, clenching down around his cock as my orgasm tears through me.
I’m being too loud, crying out with pleasure, butgoddamn. It’s good, so good, but intense enough to be almost overwhelming.
Caelan’s not far behind, only needing a few more rough, erratic thrusts into my trembling cunt before he’s coming. He pulls me away from his neck so he can kiss me instead, tasting my lips as we ride out our orgasms together.
I’m still shaking even once it’s over, slumping limply against Caelan’s chest, eyes glazed, heart racing, and panting to catch my breath.Damn. That was—damn.
Neither of us move. I don’t even think I can.
Caelan slowly runs his fingers down my spine. “You okay?” I moan in reply. That gets a quiet laugh out of him. “That good, huh?”
I smile a stupid all-fucked-out grin and kiss him again. I still can’t quite speak, butyeah, I’m so okay.
He lets me stay like that a while longer, laying against him with his cock softening inside me. His attention turns to the small of my back, just above my hip, where the flesh is sliced and bloody. Lightly tracing the letters he’s left carved into me. The contact makes me shiver and sigh.
“All right,” he prompts. “We oughta get you cleaned up.”
“Mmm…” I agree, if somewhat reluctantly. I’m a mess. Sticky with blood, sweat, and my own slick. A shower is definitely needed, but all I want to do is stay tangled up with Caelan and pass out in his arms.
Caelan lifts me off him, and I moan softly as his cock slides free. He leaves me only long enough to get rid of the condom, then returns and kisses me again. He grins, amused. “You gonna be able to walk, or should I carry you?”
Honestly, I probably could walk.Maybe.I still feel boneless and limp in the aftermath of the pleasure, but I’ve had enough time to recover that, hopefully, my knees won’t completely give out on me. But the physical contact of being held against Caelan is too tempting to pass up.
I reach out for him, and he snorts. He knows exactly what I’m doing, but he indulges me anyway and scoops me up.
Despite the time I’ve had to gather myself, I’m still shaky, and Caelan can tell. He sets me on my feet in the bathtub but keeps an arm wrapped around my waist, letting me stay leaning against him.
We could have taken a bath together like last time, but I’m glad Caelan’s settled for a quick shower this evening. As enjoyable as a bath would have been, I’d rather clean up quickly and return to curling up in bed.
Well, maybe not too quickly. Caelan takes his time, grinning wickedly as he helps me wash, his hands all over me. I’m not sure how much is meant to help and how much is just feeling me up, but I’m hardly complaining. His eyes linger on all the marks he’s left, which are now nothing more than vivid red lines, looking no worse than scratches now the blood’s been washed away, and the intensity of his gaze makes me shiver despite the warmth of the water.
“Feel better?” He grins, and I nod.
“Mm-hmm,” I finally manage. “Amazing.” My voice is still strained and breathless but not lacking in any sincerity.
“So. Think you’re into knife play after trying it?”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re good,” I say with a laugh, as if that wasn’t damn obvious.
“With a knife or my dick?”
I snort. “Both.” Like he doesn’t already know it. But his smug grin says he likes to hear it anyway. “But… maybe not all the time, with the knife. That was incredible but kind of intense. I don’t think I could handle it as a regular thing, y’know?”
“’Course.”
“Every so often, though, that would be nice.”
