Page 28 of Two Chambered Heart

He kept going, letting her take little sips of air, then bringing her to the brink of suffocation. Her head was spinning, vision swimming, shewas nowhere, and he was everywhere. She had nothing to give her limbs, but still he kept going. Her mouth was open, tongue hanging out. She must have looked wrecked, but she couldn’t care. All she could feel was the friction from Kayden’s cock driving into her, waiting for the next sip of oxygen.

Kayden’s mouth was open now, groaning from his own pleasure.

He brought his mouth down to hers, his chest pressing into hers, kissing her fiercely. The rub of his hot skin on her peaked nipples built into a shocking orgasm that rocked her into oblivion, her pussy pulsing around him. She thought she was going to pass out.

Maybe she had, because moments later, all she heard from Kayden was “Oh fuck, Corey,” before he was filling her with his hot cum and his teeth were sinking into her shoulder hard enough to break skin.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him.

She could have been a cadaver. She was so completely drained, unable to make her limbs move. He burrowed his face into her neck, breathing hard. She didn’t even know if she was breathing at all. Her brain might have turned off completely. Not even the pulsing of her shoulder wound or the throbbing of her pussy could bring her back into her body.

They stayed like that for a while, neither of them saying anything, even after Kayden softened fully inside of her.

“You did so good, baby.” His voice was husky. And goddammit, she blushed again, her cheeks heating at his praise. He ran his hands through her hair, working his fingers through it over and over, gently untangling the knots. Her brain still hadn’t come back online, and she let him stroke her hair, her arms, her back.

At some point, she was able to get her arms working enough to hold him, rather than just being draped over him like a dead thing. She ran her fingers along the ridges of his chest muscles. Cold seeped from the metaldog tag necklace the twins always wore, and she traced the engraving with her fingers.

“What’s it say?” she asked him.

“That’s off limits.” He pulled her hand away from the necklace and shifted. Somehow, he got them into a sitting position, his hand rubbing along the side of her neck where he’d bitten her, looking down at her tenderly. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

Corey nodded, realizing she was starving.

Kayden scooped her up in his arms and stood. She felt weightless, supported by his impressive strength. He walked them to the cabana, putting her on the edge of the counter, before turning around and getting two towels out of a cupboard.

He wrapped one towel around his naked waist and then started drying Corey off.

“Do you think you can stand?”

Corey wanted to scoff at him for asking such a question, but she wasn’t sure if shecouldstand. He’d just manhandled her for what had felt like an eternity. She shrugged her shoulders and made to slip off the counter. His arms came around her quickly, supporting her as she got used to being back on her own two feet.

“Easy there, baby. I’ve got you.” He walked them back downstairs, and dammit, he was right. It was a little difficult for her to stay up, but his arm wrapped around her waist kept her from falling over.

“Oh my god, it smells amazing,” Corey said when they got back to the kitchen, her stomach grumbling in response.

“Jason probably cooked.”

Kayden guided her over to the counter stools and sat her down, filling a glass of water for her. He watched as she drank it down, and then refilled her glass. “What do you feel like eating?”

“I can make something.”

“No. Tell me what you want,” he said, finger-combing her tangled hair carefully.

“You don’t need to take care of me.”

“I want to. It’s aftercare, baby.”

Corey cocked her head at him. He just smiled, not elaborating on his comment.

Jason was nowhere to be found, but two bowls of food were sitting on the counter, a plastic covering keeping them warm. Kayden followed where she was looking and pulled the plastic off.

“Looks like Jason left dinner out for us.” Kayden passed her a bowl, which was still warm, and then got them spoons, before walking over to join her at the counter.

Corey didn’t have the brainpower right now to process the fact that Jason had made dinner for her and that Kayden was feeding it to her.

Taking a bite, Corey groaned. “It’s amazing.”

“Jason might even be a better cook than I am.”

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