Page 66 of The Edge of Never

“Oh god.”

“That’s no the right name, Kit.”

They slapped my shoulder.

“Shut up.”

I tried not to laugh.

“Ye sure ye want that? I willnae be able tae say yer name if I have tae stay silent.”

“I’m going to punch you in a minute.”

“Dae it, I might like it.”

They squirmed, rubbing their nipples against my chest.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you feel good.”

“Ye are, have I no made that clear enough?”

I nibbled their jaw, pressing kisses to their skin.

“Ye feel like fucking heaven, Kit. I cannae get enough of ye. If I didnae think it would hurt mah ankle, I’d pin ye doon and fuck ye until ye’re a panting mess tae strung oot tae think any longer.”

The way they moaned had me squeezing their neck. Fuck, it felt good to give into that impulse. Their throat felt right in my hand. I wasn’t trying to cut off their airway or anything. Just wanted a firm grip on them.

“I think ye’d like that. Ye’d get off on being fucked tae within an inch of yer life.”

“Fuck.”

“Aye, am gonnae fuck ye that way if we get oot of this.”

“Since when did you get such a dirty mouth?”

“Only for ye, Kit.”

Kit let go of my shoulder and dug their fingers into the bun I’d put my hair in. They tugged at it. I grunted in response. Then I let go of their neck and grabbed their hair.

“Yes,” Kit hissed when I pulled it.

I did it again. They moaned and clenched around me. Something told me they were close. I kept pulling their hair and stroking their clit while they rode me. Listening to the low, almost keening sounds in their throat had me wanting to let go myself, but I didn’t.

“Thane, fuck! Yes. Fuck.”

“That’s it, cry mah fucking name, Kit.”

And they did. They cried it out as their body shook, trembling with their climax. Hearing it set me off. I groaned, thrusting up twice more before I came inside them. And it was everything. Every-fucking-thing.

Both of us were panting when we stopped moving. I let go of their hair, wrapped my arms around them and buried my face in their neck.

Kit released my hair so they could cling to me. It took a long while for our breathing to even out. We held each other through it. I needed that. To feel close to them in the wake of us crossing over into something else.

Kit finally pulled away and gingerly lifted themselves off me. They shifted off the mat and felt around for something.

“I can turn the torch on,” I said.

“It’s fine. I’ll find it without that.”

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