Page 70 of The Edge of Never

“Call what?”

“Yer bits. I dinnae want tae say something ye dinnae like.”

I wanted to laugh because his calling it “my bits” was ridiculous. However, I knew he was being serious, so giggling wasn’t appropriate. The way he had so much consideration for what I wanted was making me feel so cherished. I’d never had anyone care this much.

“Call it whatever you want. Anything sounds hot coming out of your mouth, to be quite honest.”

“Even if I say I like being in yer cunt?”

My mouth went dry.

“Especially that.”

“Or I wannae bend ye over and fuck yer cunt so hard ye cry for me.”

Fuck me sideways. His mouth.

“Too bad you’re incapacitated. I would like that.”

The way he growled and kissed me to shut me up had me moving my hips in time with his. Neither of us said anything else, both lost in each other. In the movement of our bodies. Our mouths melding together. The touch of his hands on my skin. Mine shoved between us, stroking myself to completion. Me going off when he pulled my hair. His groans and my name on his lips when he followed me over the edge.

It was just as good as last night, if not better. And as we lay together, him holding me close, I had that overwhelming feeling again. Sex was always a double-edged sword of enjoying the stimulation but knowing it could turn into too much. I would need peace, quiet and calm before doing anything else.

“Kit.”

“Yeah?” I whispered.

“When dae I get mah reward for winning yer challenge? I didnae get a chance tae see since ye were so determined tae fuck me.”

I’d almost forgotten I told him I’d show him my tattoo if he made me come.

“Soon. I need a minute.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. His movement made me hyperaware of how sticky I was. I didn’t like that sensation much. The sex had felt so good in the moment, but the aftermath was my least favourite part. I’d got so wrapped up in Thane that I’d forgotten about it.

The pressure at my temples started up again. I shifted against him, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. It was hot and clammy, and I hated it.

“Thane, I need to… I need to get up.”

He moved his hands to unzip the sleeping bag, but it wasn’t fast enough for me. I batted his hands away and did it myself.

“Air, I need air,” I choked out, feeling tears welling.

Oh god, this can’t be happening.

I went to get off him but remembered that the moment I did, his cum could drip out of me. The thought of that made my skin crawl. The sensation of it gave me a huge ick when it got on my body.

No, no, no. Not that. Anything but that.

It was too much. The pressure in my head worsened. I clawed at my throat, feeling myself hyperventilating. Tears fell and I couldn’t stop it. I tried to make sounds come out of my mouth, but instead, I found myself gasping for air.

“Kit?”

His voice rang in my ears. The concern in it, but I couldn’t focus on that. It was too much. Everything was all too fucking much. The tension. The sensations. Everything. And I couldn’t hold it back any longer… so I gave in.

Twenty Three

Kit

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