Page 61 of Lace 'em Up

And—

I slip my hand back between her legs.

—with one last orgasm.

Eighteen

Rory

I never thought I was the type of woman who’d be fucked senseless.

But…

I grin.

Mission accomplished, I guess.

King was…

A force of nature. A god. A…king?

Yes to all of those.

And he hadn’t even taken off his pants.

I hadn’t even been able to taste him, to touch him beyond the silken dark locks I gripped as he worked me with fingers and tongue and then fingers and tongue?—

And again.

I shift on the mattress, muscles sore, clit on fire, and yet feeling the slightest bit empty.

Because I didn’t get the hard press of his cock stretching me, didn’t feel the powerful thrusts of his thighs pushing mine wide, didn’t experience the slap of his balls against me as he fucked me good and fierce and deep.

Because I know he’ll be all of that.

Know he’ll be more.

But after that last orgasm—my fourth (and what kind of sex gods were at work here to make that a real-life thing?)—I hadn’t been able to so much as move.

Not a hand. Not an eyelid.

Nothing.

I’d just laid there as he gently brushed his lips over mine, giving me a taste of myself when his tongue tangled with mine, the evidence of his unmet desire pressing against my hip before he’d slipped out of bed, tucked the blankets over me, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Something I only deduced because of the door closing and the sound of water turning on dimly reaching my ears.

And I hadn’t even heard him leave.

The pleasure-induced haze he’d left me in transforming into a pleasure-induced slumber.

I’d woken with the sun much higher in the sky than normal, managed to stumble to the bathroom, not feeling the bruises, the healing cuts on my feet, and showered.

Using King’s soap.

Surrounded in the clean, spicy scent of him. The water sliding over my skin just like his fingers and tongue had hours before.

Now, I’m using my concealer—I’ve become intimately acquainted with it—to cover the yellow bruises on my cheek and jaw and throat. There’s not much to do about the abrasion on my cheek, but luckily that’s mostly healed, and I gave up on wrapping my ribs a while ago, tired of the restriction that came with the tight bandage, especially when they were feeling better.

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