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Her hands twist into the sheets, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as I drive her higher, until she is trembling, until she shatters against my mouth with a broken cry. And still, I do not stop.

She tastes like heaven. Like something I will never get enough of.

When she is soft and boneless beneath me, her skin flushed with the aftershocks of pleasure, I rise over her, my own hunger burning through me like wildfire.

Her gaze drops between us, pupils blown wide as she takes in my arousal. My twin phalluses throb, the upper one smaller, ridged, already slick with her heat, while the lower one is thick, full, pulsing with need.

She bites her lip, a teasing smile curving her swollen mouth as she wraps her fingers around the smaller length, sliding her palm along the ridges. A sharp hiss escapes me, my hips jerking forward at the contact.

“Khanner,” she breathes, her voice full of wonder. “I want?—”

I silence her with a kiss, claiming her lips as I position myself between her thighs. My lower cock presses against her entrance, teasing, stretching, until I sink inside, filling her inch by inch.

She arches beneath me, gasping, her nails digging into my shoulders as I begin to move, slow and deliberate, dragging out every sensation, every breathless moan, every whispered plea for more.

She rocks against me, the slide of her heat against my upper length igniting every nerve in my body. The friction is exquisite, unbearable, her slick folds caressing me in ways I never imagined.

And when I finally spill inside her, marking her with my essence, bathing her in the scent of my claim, I don’t give her time to recover.

I flip her onto her stomach, my mouth tracing the line of her spine, my fingers sinking into the softness of her hips. I press my lips to her ear, my voice rough with need.

“You’ve rested enough.”

A shudder runs through her, anticipation and surrender woven into one. She turns her head, meeting my gaze over her shoulder, her lips parted in silent invitation.

I growl, positioning myself again, and when I drive into her, she arches, gasping my name in a way that makes my blood turn to fire.

And I swear, in this moment, she is mine in every possible way.

Forever.

Chapter Fourteen

SAY YES

Sunny Adlawan

The cafe is tuckedinto a quiet corner of the convention center, its warm amber lights and the scent of freshly ground coffee offering a much-needed reprieve from the energy of the weekend.

Mei stirs her matcha latte absentmindedly, her fingers drumming against the ceramic. She’s still distracted, her focus half on her phone, half on me.

I sip my cappuccino, savoring the creamy foam before finally setting my cup down. “Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”

Mei blinks, snapping back to reality. “Huh?”

“You’ve been on your phone all morning.” I narrow my eyes. “And not in your usual scrolling-for-hot-monster-boyfriend-content way.”

Mei snorts. “Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all… I just have some stuff happening back in New Vegas.”

I tilt my head. “Good stuff?”

A slow smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Better than.”

Now I’m really curious, but before I can press, she downs the rest of her latte and stands. “I gotta go, but we’ll talk soon, okay?”

I nod, even though I’m dying to know more.

Mei gives me a quick hug, squeezing my arms. “And hey—congrats again, Best in Show. And congrats on…” She waves a vague hand. “Your ridiculously hot boss situation.”

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