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I will, but something tells me his story isn’t over yet. No one knows it was him, and once the story fades from the headlines, he’ll be free to go have an army of children to remember him by.

And if not... I’ll make the world remember.

Nineteen:

The Snap

Killian

I definitely wasn’t inexperienced when I met Joey. I won’t claim to be, but not one person before her made me feel like this — made me crave them in any capacity. I wouldn’t say I didn’t feel anything, but it was never how I expected it to feel. I thought I’d meet a girl and get butterflies, slowly fall for them as I learned more about their personality, and instead it was always the opposite. The more time we spent together the less I cared, and I had begun wondering if there was something wrong with me. Was I capable of the emotions portrayed in songs? Or was I... defective?

I find now that I was always able to feel what should be felt when you begin dating someone, I just wasn’t with the right woman.

I’m also learning that finding the one for you doesn’t automatically make you the one for them. I want to be, but after what she’s been through and what I’ve done to her, I don’t know I can ever deserve it.

She’s offered me her body and nothing more, but each and every time I slide inside of her, I feel myself take a little more of her. The wall she built up between us is thinning, cracking and crumbling brick by brick with each shared kiss, and I honestly don’t know if either of us can fight it at this point. I can’t fight anything when it comes to her.

Even now she consumes me as she sleeps.

Each deep breath she takes draws me in more, her beautiful, relaxed expression in the moonlight making me crave her so much I don’t think I can wait until the morning to have her.

It’s become a delicious routine to make her come every night before bed without expecting anything in return, and usually it makes me feral for her when the sun rises, but the hunger I feel tonight is different. It’s probably because she told me she was ovulating earlier, but I swear I can physically feel her body sending mine signals.

It’s a good thing she’s on birth control, because even without my condition, I feel like I’d truly breed her without any thought of consequence. Who even am I anymore?

I’m hanging on by a thread, my hands twitching desperately as I hold myself back from touching, but when she rolls an inch to the side and lets out the tiniest moan I’ve ever heard, that thread snaps.

I don’t need to wake her. I can just take what I need without bothering her at all, right? She’s made it clear I can have her whenever I want to, so that applies to times she’s unconscious...right?

Fuck it.

She can yell at me tomorrow.

Her brows wrinkle slightly at my first touch, her breathing losing rhythm for a brief moment before she’s falling right back to sleep. She seems to feel safe and secure here with me, like she’s allowed to sleep so peacefully because I’m not a monster to fear in her story.

And she should.

I’d never do anything to hurt her at this point and she knows it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t use her body like a sex doll and fill her up with my cum her without permission.

Deep down, I know she’ll love it.

She’s been sleeping naked the last week and letting me clean her up after those orgasms so she doesn’t have to get out of bed. It’s been torture, but right now I’ve never been more thankful. I can still smell her arousal, still feel it as my fingers slide alongher center, and when I touch her clit and make her hum I have to pause again.

I don’t want her awake yet. I don’t want her to wake up until I’m balls deep inside of her, so I find the last bit of patience I have and slowly maneuver myself between her legs. Gently, I slide her legs up one by one, bending them so there’s enough room for me. My cock is aching by the time I have her right where I need her.

“Fuck, baby. You turn me into an animal,” I whisper, stroking myself once... twice... three times before ghosting the head over her wet pussy. “An animal addicted to the scent of you, to the sounds you make as you fall apart for me, and the way your cunt squeezes every drop out of my balls.”

I inch my way inside, my jaw dropping as she naturally clenches around my crown. It feels so good I forget she’s sleeping and push in further a little faster than I intended, eliciting a whimper from her parted lips. “You feel me, Roo? Feel me taking advantage of your vulnerable body?” I’m still whispering, but it’s coming out much more growly than I meant it to. “Yeah, you feel me. You just know taking it is all you can do.”

With my next thrust I bottom out, grunting in satisfaction when I immediately give in and begin truly fucking her. I smile down at her when her eyes fly open in shock, my hand flying up to cover her mouth even though we both know she isn’t going to tell me to stop. “Be a good girl and listen to me closely. The only word I want leaving your beautiful lips is my name.” There’s one word she could say to end all of it, but that goes without saying. “You’re sleeping, and my name is the only word you know. Understand?”

She nods with a whimper, her pupils expanding further in the dark before her eyes close altogether.

Fuck, her pussy is strangling me.

There’s nothing but pure devotion on her face as she surrenders to me, nothing about her changing as I lower my hand away. “There’s my girl. Your body was begging for this.”

I snap my hips hard, watching her tits bounce and her breath hitch as she whispers my name.

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