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“Kylo, please,” I beg as another round of sensations crash over me, leaving me a trembling mess on the bed.
“I’m not finished feasting yet, baby,” he purrs. I pant as the orgasm begins to die down and my eyes meet his smiling ones. They’re full of promises as he drops his head between my legs again and starts devouring me.
“Oh. My. God!” I chant as another orgasm starts to build, even though the aftershock from the last one is still buzzing around my veins. I grab at the sheets, my head thrashing from side to side, this one feels like it’s going to tear me apart.
“That’s it, Shadow,” he praises. “I want you to fight it, don’t come yet.”
“But…” The sensation keeps building and I try to fight it, but I know I’m not going to be able to for much longer. “Kylo, please,” I beg.
“What do you want, Shadow?” he says with a dark chuckle, his fingers taking over from what his mouth was doing a moment ago. I can hear the sounds of his fingers thrusting into me, I should be embarrassed, but I can’t think of anything else at the moment, everything is electrified.
“Fuck. Me!” I bellow as the orgasm explodes, tearing a scream from my throat at the explosion going off inside me. White spots spark across my vision like little fireworks, my body shaking violently as wave after wave hit me. Sweat coats my skin, making me feel cold as I lay there, shivering as the aftershocks continue to rack my body.
I’m dazed as exhaustion sweeps over me. I hear a packet being opened and then I feel him there, between my legs. I open my mouth to say something as he presses forward, slowly filling me, and instead I moan as he stretches me in the most delicious way, but the thing that has me opening my eyes is his groan of pleasure. He pulls out to the tip, and I wait for the pleasure, he grins at me mockingly as he slowly pushes back in. I chew on my lip as he stops, remembering he was big from the party, but fuck me. The sex then was quick, an animalistic urge we both gave into. I can remember everything perfectly, but this is completely different.
“You with me, Shadow?” he asks as he circles his hips, the movement hitting different areas, and I groan. “I want to drag this out as long as I can before you go back to hating me.”
“I don’t hate you,” I snarl. “But I might if you don’t fuck me already.”
He laughs, a sadistic grin spreading across his face as he pulls back and slams into me with so much power that I move up the bed. It’s like my word was the detonator for the bomb that was waiting to go off. His thrusts are punishing as I hold on for dear life, and the sounds coming from me are nothing I’ve ever heard before, but they seem to urge him to fuck me faster.
“Fuck, Shadow!” he groans, then he pulls out and I cry out at the loss.
I don’t get a chance to protest as he flips me onto my stomach and pulls my knees up. He slams into me again and I scream into the pillow, my muscles protesting at the way my body’s bent. I never realized I was this flexible; he pounds into me like a man possessed. The bed sheets are gripped tightly in my hands as I push my hips back, chasing the orgasm that’s building once more. I didn’t think this was possible, I’m going to be left a mess after this has come to an end.
My arms shake as I try to push myself up onto my hands to change the position he’s hitting, and I moan at the feeling. But the way he’s fucking me is too much, I drop face first into the mattress again.
“I can’t drag this out, Shadow,” he grunts. I feel his hips start to slow, his legs shaking behind me. He’s fighting everything to stop himself from coming.
“Kylo, please,” I beg, I can’t take much more of this. I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams and I’m terrified there’s going to be nothing left of me when I fall off the cliff.
“I want you to come with me,” he demands, and I nod my head into the mattress the best I can. He picks up his pace, the thrusts getting harder as I thrash my head from side to side. A hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up onto my hands and adding just a touch more pressure to dip my back and force my head to look up at the ceiling. Tears leak from the corner of my eyes at the sensation of being bent like a pretzel.
“Kylo!” I pant, as he destroys me for everyone else. I feel him swell inside and I fall off the edge, screaming my release as he roars his own. Hot jets of cum spirt into my center as my walls clamp down on him and coax every last drop.
The pressure disappears from my throat and I collapse onto the bed a shaking and panting mess. I lay there, waiting for all the sensations to subside, but that was the mother of all orgasms. The bed dips at my side and I hear his heavy breathing, I don’t have it in me to open my eyes to look at him.
“Shadow?” he asks with concern.
“Hmm,” is the only sound I manage to make as I feel myself falling into the oblivion that is sleep. He chuckles right before the sheets are tugged up on my side, I feel myself sliding and then a strong arm circles me in a cocoon. He nuzzles into my neck as soft breaths come from him.
“Sleep, Shadow, you’re safe now.”
16
SAM
The feeling of contentment has me snuggling deeper into the plush mattress beneath me. I’m trying my best to keep myself in this moment, I don’t want to wake up. I feel lighter than I have in a while, and my muscles have a delicious ache. The smell of bacon fills the air and my mouth waters as I groan and roll onto my back. My head is hurting but not as bad as I thought it would as I open my eyes and I’m met with darkness. I fumble at my side and I feel a wire and switch. I click it and a lamp at my side turns on, my eyes widening as I take in the dark room in front of me.
I stretch and my muscles feel like jelly, but I can’t blame the whiskey. I was drunk and gave into the carnal desires that are always present when he’s around. Am I still pissed that his brother bought me? Hell yes! The only thing that’s keeping me from smashing this place to pieces, is the deal I made with him last night. He asked me to give him the weekend to prove to me that walking in the dark by his side is where I’m meant to be. The look on his face when he asked me is imprinted in my brain. He looked so unsure of himself, which is opposite to how he normally is, I wasn’t sure of my answer but then I agreed, surprising the pair of us.
Something clangs from downstairs, and my interest is piqued when I hear him cussing up a storm. I reluctantly slide out of bed, grabbing the sweats and T-shirt he gave me last night. I put them on, heading out of the room and down the corridor, trying my hardest to keep my steps light so he doesn’t hear me. I make it to the bottom of the steps unheard, and I peek around the corner and smile. He’s standing at the cooker, death glaring something in the pan on the top as he stirs whatever’s in there.
“Never took you as a lurker,” he says with a chuckle, his eyes connecting with me and a huge grin spreading across his face. My heart pounds in my chest at the look on his face. When he’s not scowling at the world, he’s gorgeous.
“I’m trying to figure out what you’re planning on murdering in the pan?” I ask with a laugh of my own, I walk over to the island and take a seat. A steaming cup of coffee is put in front of me and I groan as the aroma hits. “Thank you.”
He chuckles as I take a sip, the cup clutched in my hands with a death grip.
