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“I don’t see any bouncing, Addi. Do you need me to assist?” he breathes, his words raking over me like a sultry caress as I shake my head.

Finding a response to him is impossible, I do the only thing I can as words betray me yet again.

I ride him.

It’s different. Immediately, I know it’s more.

Our eyes are locked and our fingers are intertwined as our skin slaps repeatedly.

I can’t breathe, I can barely see, and all I can feel is him. Not just at my core, but everywhere.

“Fuck, Princess. That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes, his words leaving me lightheaded as I somehow up my pace.

It’s close to torture, dragging my pussy off his cock, but the excitement of him slamming back inside me makes it all worthwhile.

My orgasm is close. I can feel it. My moves turn ragged, my breaths coming in short pants as he grabs my hips and thrusts up into me.

Slam after slam after slam.

It’s not long before I feel his fingers bite into my hips and his cock twitch in my core, detonating me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me as stars burst in my field of vision like swirling galaxies being born before my very eyes.

I feel so much, not just with my body but also with my mind, and instead of burying it down, I embrace it. Feeling everything is bliss, like I’m floating in the afterglow.

The first sign I notice we’ve moved is the soft touch of sheets beneath me as I blink up at the man who changed everything for me. A soft smile floats across my lips as I touch the sides of my face again, confirming the reality that is now mine.

He looks down at me in what I hope is a mirror of how I’m looking at him because it’s beautiful.

It’s love.

Even if I don’t know how to say it.

It’s there.

He strokes a hand over my cheek and I lean into the touch as the door bursts open, breaking the moment.

“Holy fuck, you two,” Brody says, panting for breath with blazing eyes. “You just made me cum,” he adds, pointing downat his pants, where you can just about make out the outline of a wet patch.

Holy. Fuck.

Kryll laughs first, his head dropping between his shoulders as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Fuck off, Brody,” he grunts, peering up through his lashes at me as I chuckle.

“I think you’ve done enough fucking for the both of us.” I laugh louder, basking in the madness that is my life, when his chuckle comes to a halt. I peer at him, confused at the sudden shift. When my eyes latch on to his, a smile transforms his face and I can feel a blush creeping over my cheeks immediately at the understanding of what has his attention. Then he speaks and my heart soars. “Your ears are beautiful, Dagger.”

35

ADRIANNA

Kryll lies with his head against my stomach, stroking gentle circles over my skin as I lean against the headboard. Post-orgasm bliss is my new favorite place to be. Every five seconds, I lift my hands to my ears, double-checking they’re real, but I haven’t built up the courage to go and look in the bathroom mirror yet.

A part of me wonders if I’ll even recognize myself, but I think what has me rooted to the spot more is the impending expectation to bawl my eyes out. Again.

As if sensing my thoughts, hunger gets the better of me, but before I have a chance to verbalize it, my stomach does the complaining for me. Mortification heats my cheeks as Kryll stares up at me with a knowing grin.

“I need to feed my princess,” he states, pushing off me as he stands at the side of the bed with his hand extended for me to take.

“You don’t,” I grumble, lacing my fingers with his before he tugs me to my feet.

“I do, but I think you’ve put it off long enough. Why don’t you take a minute in the bathroom? I’ll go and see what there is to eat,” he offers, pulling me into his warm embrace.

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