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Stars dance before my eyes as he pounds into me harder and faster. I grip his arms and dig my fingernails into his skin, not stopping until I’ve drawn blood. I want to mark him just as much as he does me, so everyone will know that we belong to each other.

Zyran drops his forehead against mine as his movements become sloppy. “Fuck, butterfly, I’m gonna come.”

Dragging my fingers through his hair, I grip the silken strands tightly and lift his head up to expose his neck to my teeth. He yells out a harsh string of curses as I clamp down onto the heated flesh, not letting go until he fills my pussy with his cum. Only then do I have to let go so I can cry out my own string of swears as I reach my climax.

“Look at me,” Zyran commands. My eyes shoot open to find him staring down at me intently. “Keep your eyes open.”

His eyes never leave mine as my orgasm wracks my entire body. I’m screaming his name and clawing at his arms and chest as he pumps his hips faster and faster, wrenching every last bit of energy out of me.

When I squirt all over his cock, he breaks eye contact and bites into my neck again in the same spot as before. Then he bites the other side, then my collarbone, both breasts, and my shoulder. He’s completely marking me, letting the world know that I’m off limits to anyone but him. No more dates. No more scouring dating apps looking for someone to take my mind off of Zyran.

He’s just as much mine as I am his, and nothing will ever change that.

CHAPTER 40

KIARA

“What do we do with him now?” I ask Zyran quietly, referring to the corpse lying next to us. He smokes a cigarette while my fingers trace the tattoos on his chest and stomach lightly, my head on his chest and ear perched right over his racing heart.

He exhales and threads his fingers through my curls, then buries his face in my hair, deeply inhaling the scent of my milk-and-honey shampoo.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll handle it.”

I shiver against him, and I don’t know if it’s from his words or the AC cooling our sweaty bodies.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nods. “Of course.”

“Have you…?” I start, but I trail off uncertainly.

Zyran hooks a finger underneath my chin and tilts my head up to look at him. “I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”

The conviction of his words brings tears to my eyes. I’ve been on dates with so many men in the past year, and even though he and I weren’t technically exclusive, I feel like I’ve been cheating on him. I never had sex with any of the men I dated, but I seriously considered it a few times just so I could have some kind of release. Clearly, I never went through with it, but I still feel horrible about seeing other people.

I grip him harder and bury my face in his chest. “I’m sorry,” I whisper on a cry.

He’s silent a moment, and for a second, I don’t think he’ll say anything, but then he says, “You don’t have to apologize for any of the things you’ve done, Kiara. I know why you did it, and I was okay with it.” His tone implies that he actually wasn’t. “The only consolation was knowing it was me you were thinking about every day and not those assholes you dated. I knew you needed the space, and I was willing to give it to you, but don’t apologize for it. What’s done is done, and now we can move on.”

I sniffle and nod against his chest. “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Zyran sits us both up and pulls my legs around him, so I’m straddling him. “I could never be mad at you, Kiara. For anything.”

He presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, and I cringe from the taste of blood mixed with both of our cum and the smell of the smoke.

Scrunching my nose, I take the cigarette from him and snuff it out on John’s arm. “I wish you’d stop smoking.”

Chuckling, Zyran manages to get us both off the floor in one swift movement and carries me upstairs to the bathroom.

“Let’s get cleaned up, butterfly.”

CHAPTER 41

ZYRAN

It took a long time to wash all the blood from our skin, mostly because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, but nearly an hour later, we left the bathroom to change into some clean clothes before going back downstairs.

Kiara looks at John again and sighs. “We’re screwed. I’m so glad Grandma’s not here to see this.”

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