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“A few of my wishes have come true,” I tell him.

“Do this too, and the others would come true. You spill half and then I’ll go.”

“Okay.” I tilt the bowl until some of the ice cream falls off. It’s kind of fun to watch it land below. I tilt it once more before passing the bowl to Kingston to finish the rest.

“Now… wasn’t it fun?” he teases afterward as we leave the group to let someone else take our spot.

“It was.” I nod, grinning, and clutch his biceps. “Any other traditions?”

“No.” His palms rest on my ass possessively. “Maybe we can make one of our own.”

“Like?”

“You and I celebrating every New Year’s together?”

“On one condition.” His gaze turns primal at my sultry tone.

“Anything, darling.”

I stretch on my toes and kiss the base of his throat, making his fingers dig into my flesh roughly. “You fucking me into oblivion right after midnight.”

“Why do you think I booked us a room here?”

Desire pools in my belly and I arch a brow. “Then what are we waiting for?”

CHAPTER – 34

Twinkle

The heat of the fire burning in the fireplace caresses our tangled limbs as Kingston moves inside me slowly and lazily. His cock fills me in deep and long strokes, while I clench around his thickness.

Our clothes lay in a trail on the floor.

We didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

Every time we’ve fucked in the last six days, we’ve been like two animals mating in the wild. He’s like a rough, hungry wolf claiming his willing prey in every way imaginable, imprinting her with his bites, marks, and scent.

Tonight, we’re making love.

Tethered to each other like lovers.

I don’t want him to stop.

I don’t want to let him go.

“King,” I moan when he hits the spot that makes me see stars on his next thrust. He does it again, still achingly slow, and making me cry out, “Yes.”

My fingers twist in his silky hair as he pins me harder to the rug-covered floor. The arm hooked underneath my left knee lifts higher, opening me wider until the base of his cock rubs against my sensitive clit, from being fucked like this in the last hour.

He’s nowhere close to finishing.

Like he’s secretly trying to prolong this moment. Bringing us both closer to the dangerous edge, but not letting us fall.

To not end our last night together.

Neither do I, but it’s inevitable.

Reality is waiting for us tomorrow.