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Something about my words push him past the point of restraint and he pulls out and arranges me on my side, and he spreads out behind me, bending my leg up as he slides into me from behind.
"Watch me fuck you. Watch me claim your pussy as mine and fuck every memory of everyone else who’s ever fucked you out of your head forever."
I watch. Watch mesmerized as he pulls out and them rams back in again, my pussy whimpering every time he's out until he's back again.
I reach down and play with my clit knowing he's got to be closer.
"Come with me, Kylian,” I say to his reflection.
"I will, I can't take much more. You're the most delicious fucking torture."
One hand on my hip he holds me as he pummels into me, as I flick my clit like he had before. As the image of us making love burns indelibly into my brain.
And then... I come. I come so hard I can’t keep my eyes on our reflection as he pulls me against him and explodes against me, grunting over and over as his desire fills up my aching pussy.
"Kiara, my sweet angel."
He collapses behind me, pulling me on top of him.
"Kylian?"
"Hmmm?"
"Thank you."
His eyes open just enough for me to see the emotions in his eyes.
"There's nothing to thank me for."
"I may have been spiraling."
"Then I'm glad I was here to catch you."
I lay back, ears pressed against his rib cage, listening to his heart thud against it.
"Kylian?"
"Hmmm?" It's sleepier this time.
"Thank you." This time his eyes open wider, confused. "This feels like deja vu. What are you thanking me for this time?"
"For reminding me who I belong to."
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows, as if he's biting back something and then he rolls me over and straddles over me.
"Well, my sweet, I think I better remind you again... just so you don't forget."
And this time when he takes me, he doesn’t have to ask me who my pussy belongs to. There's only the two of us in that room, and every single ghost of the past is banished to hell.
twenty-nine
Kylian
"You're making a mess on my pristine bed," I say, as she takes a bite of her toast.
The snort that escapes her lips is just about the least lady-like noise that's ever come out of her that I've heard, and also just about the cutest thing I've ever heard. However, it also makes her spit out a mouthful of crumbs over my bed.
"Hey! What did I just say?" I make a show of brushing the crumbs off the sheet and onto the floor. "If we get carried away by ants during the night. I'm blaming it on you."
