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He slides his thumb up to tease my clit, and the pleasure increases exponentially. I gasp, then draw a hitching breath as he starts fucking me and stimulating my clit at the same time.

“Killian,” I cry brokenly.

“Almost there, baby. You’re doing a beautiful fucking job taking my cock.”

Oh god.

I whine, clawing at the bedding. My mind feels like it’s splintering, like I’m going crazy as every stroke brings me closer to the brink of ecstasy. As he teases me with those expert fingers of his, reigniting the pleasure he stoked with his mouth before he decided that wasn’t enough tonight, that he needed to possess more of me.

He needed to possess me completely.

And I feel fucking possessed.

Abandon is so close, I can feel myself starting to break apart.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

“I can’t,” I whisper, but my words get lost, my voice breaking as he drives his cock deep and forces me over the edge.

I cry out, grabbing at the bed sheets as my body convulses, my pussy squeezing his cock as he keeps pumping into me. Pleasure erupts like volcano, seemingly bursting open inside me and shooting everywhere until my limbs are weak and my body is limp. I’m weightless and floating, disconnected from reality but in a nice way, not in the traumatic way I’m most used to.

He’s still using my body for his pleasure, and it’s the best fucking feeling in the world.

Killian drives into me a few more times before he comes, but when he drives deep and groans, his fingers digging into my hips, I feel a totally new kind of satisfaction.

My body made him feel that good.

I like that.

No, I love it.

I’m lost in a haze of tenderness and satisfaction when he pulls his cock out of my pussy, then collapses on top of me.

I smile dazedly, wrapping my arms around him to hold him close. His skin is hot against mine, and all I want to do is kiss him and love on him. I’m feeling so good, I tenderly kiss his forehead, then slide my fingers through his hair.

Damn, that was nice.

I feel better than I ever have, and the weight of him on top of me somehow intensifies the feeling of contentment.

My body is so relaxed, holding my eyes open becomes difficult.

I fight sleep until I can’t anymore, then I drift off with Killian in my arms.

Chapter Twenty-one

Brynn

My eyes blink open before my alarm goes off.

I want to keep sleeping, but it’s light outside, so I tell myself I should probably wake up.

Waking up feels different today.

Killian is sprawled on the other side of the bed like always, but the sight of him naked with just a blanket draped haphazardly over half of his hip makes me smile. His ass is half visible, and I have to resist the urge to reach over and touch it. Given the way he decided sex was going to go last night, I didn’t get to explore his body as much as I want to now that this whole new experience has opened up to me.

And to be fair, he has a great ass.

But I’m not bold enough to grope someone while they’re sleeping—not that he seems to have a problem with it—so instead, I ease out of bed, careful not to wake him as I snatch my discarded pajamas off the floor and head to the bathroom.

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