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He wasn't the only one who had second thoughts about today. He was scared for her, and she was just plain frightened.

He lifted her, aligning their bodies, and then, with a groan that was more relief than exertion, he slid inside of her. The perfect blend of pleasure and shock pulled a moan from deep in her throat. She locked her eyes onto him.

He began to move, the rhythm shaking her core.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met him thrust for thrust. The slap of skin filled the room, along with heavy breathing.

His hands roamed over every curve and dip. His gentle touch grew more insistent. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasingher nipples until they peaked. She arched her back, begging for more.

The pressure grew, each stroke building her higher until she could feel her orgasm coiling tightly in her lower belly. Kingsley's movements became more urgent as if he could sense her need to come.

He kissed her neck, biting gently at the juncture where it met her shoulder, making her gasp. His teeth scraped against her skin, leaving a trail of fire that sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she whispered. "God, yes."

With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, covering her with his weight. That delicious pressure only added to the sensations crashing through her. His hands found her hips. His firm grip aided the unrelenting pace. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her neck arched as she gave herself over to the feelings filling her.

Their plan for the day faded away, leaving her lost in a cocoon of love, acceptance, and security. Kingsley's breath was hot against her neck. Every exhale caressed her skin, sending shivers through her. She gripped the muscles along his back as he thrust forward.

She chased the pleasure building inside of her. Then it happened. Her body tightened around him. Her muscles clenched.

"King." Her legs locked around him.

Tremors broke through the spell she was under and, like the aftershocks of an earthquake, continued to batter her aroused body.

Kingsley buried himself inside her and grunted his release. She stroked his sides, barely able to raise her elbows off the mattress.

He came down, putting most of his weight on her before kissing her forehead. "Love you, brat."

Her eyes remained closed, and a soft smile played on her lips. "Love you, too."

For a few minutes, peace came over her. A peace only Kingsley could give her.

And then, the plans for the day returned to her like a tidal wave. She sighed before the ache in her chest returned. Kingsley got off her and moved from the bed into the bathroom. She rolled to a sitting position and listened to the shower.

Her thoughts moved to River. What was her sister doing? Had she slept? Was she ready for the trip to the prison?

She got off the bed and joined Kingsley in the shower, taking his spot under the spray of water. The sooner they got ready and left, the sooner they'd get to the prison. The sooner she'd see her dad.

Chapter Twenty Six

Kenna

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Theclinkof the prison door echoed in the tiny room. Kenna's legs bounced, nearly taking her off the chair she perched on in front of the Plexiglass barrier.

"I feel sick," whispered River.

Kenna grabbed her sister's hand. Her stomach wasn't feeling great either. The clearance and security measures they had to go through to visit with their dad were inhumane and traumatizing.

Kingsley had warned her, but nothing could've prevented the shock at what they'd done. Separated from her sister. Separated from Kingsley. It made the experience even worse.

She couldn't protest when they had her strip her clothes off and bend over in front of the female guard. She couldn't tell them no. She couldn't refuse.

She had to do everything they asked if she wanted to see her dad.

And all she could think about was her dad. If the security measures were awful for her and River, it was a thousand times worse for her dad, knowing that he had to live on death row until the state decided to end his life.

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