Page 115 of Kiss the Villain

He goes harder. “But I want to claim my pussy.”

“Then…do it.”

“Say the words. I want to hear it, baby.” He hits that spot inside me as he wraps a hand around my cock. “Now.”

The command sends a tingle through my quivering insides, and I lick my lips.

“Come…inside me, please, Kayde… Ahhh?—”

My words end with a moan because I’m coming in long waves. I’m coming and coming, I think I’ll never stop. He didn’t even jerk me up, not even once.

I came by being fucked.

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, baby, fuck. I’m going to fill my pussy with my cum.”

His rhythm turns more frantic and then he groans deep as he swells and throbs inside me with his lips against my neck.

The fact that he’s coming with me somehow coils and deepens until I release a long sob of relentless desire.

The pleasure haze swirls and swirls until I think I’ll faint. Hot liquid fills up my insides as he jerks his hips, his pelvis slapping in pulses against my ass.

His hot breaths fan my neck and I close my eyes for a second to calm my fucking heart after the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

Our heavy inhales and exhales mingle and fill the air as he also pauses, probably needing to slow the hell down.

Because what the fuck wasthat?

Since when is sex supposed to feel like an out-of-body experience?

His arms wrap around my chest and waist as his whole body presses down onto mine from behind and he buries his head in my nape. We’re so glued together, it should make me apprehensive, try to run away, even, but I don’t want to move.

I don’t want to lose this peace.

It’s that white room again. The empty comforting space that someone like me shouldn’t need, or like.

But as he breathes into my neck, harsh and heavy, I think I’ll fall asleep.

In that room.

With no demons screeching out from the void.

Peace.

Quiet.

When was the last time I had this?

“Fuck.” His voice is so low, and I think I feel him tense up before he lifts himself off, letting me fall on the mattress.

Cold air raises goosebumps on my naked skin, and I’m mad at myself for not telling him to get off me before he did.

He pulls out and that’s when I realize he’s been buried inside me the whole time. As in, I fell asleep not minding that he was inside me.

My face heats as liquid pours out of me and onto the sheets.

The realization dawns on my hazy brain.

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