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“Killian Graham, do not use sex as a weapon!” I half panted my frustration.
He tilted his head in a way that I found amusing as he studied me and took in my words.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispered in the dark.
As his palm rocked against my pussy, he teased the edge of my opening with his fingertip. Just enough pressure to keep me on edge.
“Killian, fuck me or don’t touch me anymore!” I was a desperate woman. While I had just had the best orgasm of my life, Killian had worked my body into a frenzy once again.
Something in my eyes must have told him the time for negotiating or arguing, whichever way one wanted to describe our situation, was over. He promptly pulled away, stood up, dropped his jeans and briefs before retrieving a condom from his pocket and sheathing his length.
What a length he had too.
It wasn’t only long, but he was wide. The veins on the edge building to a perfect mushroom tip. If I hadn’t been so consumed with my own orgasm, I could thoroughly enjoy tasting him.
Before I could truly appreciate the male specimen in front of me, he was over me and entering me in a swift movement as a cry tore from my throat. His intrusion caused both pain and pleasure that was intoxicating and had me revving into overdrive.
Killian didn’t kiss me; instead, he kept his eyes locked to mine as he began to move in and out of me slowly, penetrating deeply.
I had to blink several times because I felt vulnerable and exposed like never before. “Settle in,” he whispered. I let go of my inhibitions, rocking up to meet his thrust.
In time we were in a rhythm that had me panting in line with each thrust.
Killian Graham was an exceptional kisser.
But he took sex to an entirely new level. A level that had never been in my grasp.
Clutching on to him and meeting him thrust for thrust, it didn’t take long before we both fell over the edge. Everything in my body felt electrified to the point of almost burning.
Killian’s lips touched mine, and I got lost in them, the euphoria of what we’d just shared still strong in the air.
“Be right back,” he whispered, climbing off and heading to the bathroom.
As if a bucket of cold water was splashed on me, the reality of what had happened came crashing down.
What in the fuck had I just done?I wondered, laying there staring at the ceiling. My body completely sated and mind racing with what a complete and total moron I was.
I had sex. With Killian. Awesome, amazing, life-altering sex.
Seriously, I’d lost my damn mind.
Yes, I was certifiable. In fact, I should have been the one in the white jacket and in a padded room.
The man was a jerk, and I gave him the one thing I could never take back.
Me.
No lover from my past ever touched the erotic experience and intimacy we'd just shared. I couldn’t help but somehow know in my very subconscious no one would ever in the future either.
Killian Graham ruined me forever, and I was the fool who half begged for it.
Killian came back from the bathroom, his body on full display. My thighs quivered. Yes. Quivered! The man kept himself in shape, and damn if I didn’t want to go down his happy trail once more. Instead, I turned back to the ceiling, feeling him approach me.
His weight shifted the bed, and as much as I should resist him pulling me into him, I didn’t. I just went like the idiot I was. I didn’t know what it was, but something with him was impossible for me to deny.
“Babe,” he said, but I kept quiet. What was there to say?Thanks for fucking me, now get the hell out and never talk to me again. Even though that was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, I’d be pleased if you’d leave.Yeah, that would be swell.
Killian shifted us to our sides, and I closed my eyes wanting to block him out. I could feel his gaze on me. This was so wrong.
