Page 74 of Gathered Sparkle

His tongue moves with precision, each flick and swirl sending shockwaves through my body, my nerves sparking like a live wire. Koen groans against me, the vibrations sinking into my core, making my thighs tremble.

“F-fuck,” I breathe out, my hips moving on their own, rolling against his face, chasing more, and he urges me on, his fingers pressing into my skin, encouraging me to use him.

To take what I need.

To ride him the way he needs me to.

Something snaps inside me, and I lose myself completely. In the sensation, in the heat, in the wet drag of his tongue, in the way he eats me like he’s starving.

My head falls back, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I chase my release. The pleasure rushes over me like a storm, my body shaking, shattering as I scream his name.

His hands hold me steady, his tongue slowing but never stopping, tasting every tremor, lapping up every single aftershock until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, gasping for breath.

Finally, when I’m nothing but wreckage in his hands, he lowers me, his strong arms wrapping around me, positioning me back over him. He looks up at me from beneath his lashes, his lips slick, his pupils blown so wide there’s barely any amber left.

Holy shit.

“Koen—”

His grip on my hips tightens, and he drags me down onto his cock, impaling me completely. I gasp, the sudden, perfect stretch stealing my breath, making my thighs tremble as I take all of him, my body molding around him like I was made for this.

For him.

His cock pulses inside me, stretching me wide and filling me so fucking deep there’s no space left inside me that isn’t filled by him. My nails bite into his shoulders, desperate, needing to hold onto something solid because he’s unraveling me from the inside out.

Koen’s eyes bore into mine, his gaze dark like he’s watching every inch of me struggle to take him and fucking loving it. He thrusts hard, dragging a sharp moan from me.

Then his hand is at my throat.

My breath catches, my body going still as he applies just enough pressure to make me gasp again.

“Color?”

I grip the wrist of the hand he’s holding me with and feel how he’s ready to let go if I say so, but I quickly rasp, “Green.”

“Good girl.” His grip tightens slightly, just enough to make my pulse spike, sending a sharp bolt of awareness through me. His other thumb presses against my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles, dragging me right back to the edge.

I whimper, my body instantly reacting, nerve endings sparking like live wires, even if I feel more than spent.

“Now, I’m going to give you my cum.” The pressure of his hand on my throat sends heat crashing through me. “I want it dripping out of you,” he grits out, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall apart and lose myself completely.

I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything except take it.

And God, does he give it to me.

I moan helplessly, holding onto his wrist while pleasure lashes through me in hot waves as he drives into me, owning me with every thrust. Then his grip tightens just enough that I see stars.

A shock of heat explodes in my belly, my muscles locking up. I’m nothing but sensation. Nothing but want. Nothing but him.

“That’s it.” His thumb never falters on my clit, his other hand keeping me still above him. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”

I shake my head, words slipping away, my body already too sensitive, already past the edge.

“I can’t, Koen, I already came.”

Twice.

I’m spent. I can’t take any more. I can’t—

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