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King stilled. “Are you sure? Because once we do this, there’s no going back.”

“I know. I’m ready, King. I want to have sex with you. If you want to, that is.”

He grinded his erection over her core in response. “I want to, La. Fuck.” He leaned down to kiss her deeply. “I’ll be right back.” King went into his ensuite bathroom to grab a clean towel and retrieve a strip of condoms from the vanity drawer.

When he returned, he paused a minute, taking in the beautiful naked form stretched out before him. The crown charm of Lila’s necklace caught the dim lighting from the lamp in the room, and her raven hair was spread out in beautiful waves. All of a sudden, he was nervous. He wanted her first time to be perfect. He’d been careless with her before, and she was giving him another chance. He wanted to show her he was sorry, that he understood that this meant something. What, he wasn’t sure. But this wasn’t a meaningless fuck, not to him.

King dropped the condoms on the bed then leaned over to lift up her hips. He put the towel underneath her. “For when you bleed,” he said, stopping to kiss the inside of one of her thighs.

Then he stood up and shucked off his pants and briefs in one swift motion. King ripped a condom off of the strip and opened the package with his teeth. He could feel his erection swelling to the point of pain as Lila hungrily took in the image of him rolling the condom on.

“Keep looking at me like that, and this will all be over before it’s even begun,” King said, only half joking, as he climbed back over her body. He started sliding his length over her, getting her ready for him.

“Can’t have that, can we?” She smirked, moving her hips to meet his. Her tongue swiped at his lower lip, so he took her mouth again as he picked up speed. Then finally, finally, he positioned himself at her entrance, making slow, purposeful movements as he sank into her inch by inch, stretching her as he went.

Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and pain as he continued to sink inside. Once he was fully seated, he held still. “Okay, La?”

She breathed shakily. “Better than okay. But I think I need you to move now, King. Make me feel good.”

And so he moved, his fingers linking with Lila’s as he started with shorter strokes that continued until her pleas of “harder” and “faster” took him to another place, one where he was claiming her all for himself. They fit together, somehow, and as King got closer and closer to his release, he changed the angle so that he could grind against her just where he knew she needed it. Because he wanted her to come again. He needed her to come again.

As soon as he felt her spasm around him, her unintelligible, pleasured sounds signaling that she’d shattered again, King felt himself come undone as he finally let go.

Chapter 13

Lila’s cheeks heated as she gingerly padded down the stairs with King. All three of his roommates were in the kitchen eating some form of breakfast. Judging from the streak of mischief in Jason’s baby blues and the knowing looks on Will’s and James’s faces, she immediately intuited that she and King hadn’t been quiet last night.

If someone had told her 24 hours ago that she’d be at King’s house, minus her virginity, she would have laughed in their face. But here she was, freshly fucked and deliciously sore, hand in hand with her “no labels” sex…buddy? Companion? Demon? In front of all of his roommates.

“Coffee, Alexander?” Jason asked with half a smirk.

Lila wasn’t sure if King wanted her gone but given the fact that they’d had sex not once, but three times the night before, she was in desperate need of some caffeinated sustenance.

“Yes, please.”

“You look like you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” Jason snickered as he handed her a cup.

Lila sipped her piping hot beverage instead of replying. Normally, she’d dilute it down with milk and sugar, but mornings like this one called for the strong stuff. Again, she wasn’t sure how to navigate the whole “morning after” routine. She was trying to take her lead from King. He shifted so he was standing behind her, his body flush with hers, one of his arms braced against the kitchen island in an almost…possessive(?!) way. Okay then…

“Shut up, Jay,” King growled, his free arm gently encircling Lila’s waist from behind in such a way that her body instantly responded. He leaned down and kissed her neck. “Can I have a sip of that, La?” he whispered in her ear. Holy shit, this guy was going to melt her insides if she wasn’t careful.

Suppressing a shiver, Lila turned in his arms so that she was leaning against the counter and facing him. As soon as she saw his expression, whatever nervousness had been floating around was abandoned and replaced by an arousal so intense, it flooded her veins. She passed the mug to him, and he took a sip, his eyes never leaving hers. They continued the back and forth for an indeterminate amount of time. It could have been a minute; it could have been ten. But they continued to look at each other long after King placed the empty coffee cup on the counter.

Everything about this man was intense. But there was a gentleness deep underneath the surface that Lila had seen for the first time the night before, when he’d handled her with such care. When he worshiped her body and prioritized her pleasure over his own. When he’d gotten a warm washcloth and cleaned her up after their first time. She needed to be cautious, because if she allowed her thoughts to fully go there, she would fall for him, hard.

“Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?” Will joked, successfully breaking them from their sexy staring contest.

King made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan at the same time Lila laughed. Which, to her great delight, elicited a small smile from King. She circled back around to face the others and made an effort to chat with them about soccer prognostics for the rest of the season and questioned them about their classes. She also agreed to pick up a couple of Jason’s shifts because the scheduler at The Pub had forgotten that soccer had started up again. All the while, King caged her against the counter, his thumb lightly stroking her hip bone, and she could feel every inch of his very impressive and very hard dick pressed against her ass. Soon, the other three abandoned the kitchen, leaving Lila and King alone. He spun her around to face him, cupped the side of her face, and leaned down slowly.

“I have coffee breath,” she whispered.

“So do I,” he said right before he lightly nipped her lips with his teeth then soothed them with the tip of his tongue. “Open for me, La.”

She didn’t refuse him. She didn’t think that she’d ever be able to again. Not when he kissed her like the world was burning down and she was his only source of water. Soon, he lifted her onto the countertop and nestled himself between her legs, creating just the right amount of friction between their bodies to drive her insane.

“I want you,” Lila breathed, briefly breaking their kiss.

“Are you up for it? I worked you hard last night.” King looked down at her with a concerned expression that was tinged with lust.

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