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Those words expose a lot. I hadn’t meant to say them.

Still, King’s a man, he won’t know their significance.

He’ll think I’m talking about sex. I’m not.

I love King. It started as friendship and trust. It has deepened by being around him, watching him, and accepting how wonderful he’s been to me.

There’s so much to love about King, there’s no way to list or express it all.

I realize it’s foolish to give it to him.

I’ve already made it impossible for us to ever work.

King doesn’t realize that yet. He will in time.

Still, the love I feel is mine to give and for as long as I have with him, I’m going to give it to him freely.

He stares at me as if trying to figure out exactly where my head is at. “Climb on top of me, Gabby,” he responds, finally deciding. “You’re in control of what we do. You are in complete control.”

King lays back, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.

He raises them up, lowering his upper body back against the mattress, his head on the pillow, as he stares up at me.

While our hands are still connected, I find the courage to straddle him.

I try to stay on my knees, so that I’m not lowered against him completely, but his cock is hard and more than ready, brushing against me.

I can’t resist the temptation and as I sit down, giving him my weight.

His heated, hard-yet-soft cock presses against the lips of my pussy.

They part, allowing him to press against my core in a way that makes my entire body spasm.

King squeezes my hand, bringing my attention back to his face.

“Oh,” I gasp, looking down at him. The feeling of his body pressing against mine robs me of speech. I can feel myself growing wetter. He must know it too, because his shaft is pressed against my core. There’s no way to miss it.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he growls lowly.

Those words and the tone of his voice bring an all over body shiver and it’s not a bad one at all. It’s all good. I stretch over him so I can reach his lips and kiss him. The movement makes it so that his hard shaft presses deeper against my clit in a way that feels phenomenal.

“King,” I gasp.

“Kiss me, Gabby,” he demands. I don’t question it.

I stretch even more and press my lips against his.

His tongue pushes into my mouth. King rearranges our joined hands so mine are on top and our fingers interlocked.

I groan in his mouth. This is new. This is different .

In the times that we’ve been exploring, it has never gotten this heated.

There’s been a sweetness to what he does to my body.

It almost has felt tender and innocent—as weird as that sounds.

Now, there’s a hunger and a need involved.

It should scare me. Maybe it would if I gave myself time to think about it, but I can’t. I just want more of King.

Almost of its own volition, my body rocks against King.

The wilder our kiss gets, the more I grind against his cock, moving so I’m using my body, thrusting back and forth against his shaft.

I’m drenched and I can hear the sounds of our bodies sliding against one another.

It’s hot, wet, and I want this with King more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything.

I pull away from the kiss, needing to drag oxygen into my lungs.

Yet, even as I do so, I allow myself the simple pleasure of kissing down the column of his neck.

I let my teeth scrape against his skin, my tongue caresses the same path, while my lips pay homage to all the deliciousness that is King.

I pull my hand away from his and my fingers bite into his sides, holding on in a way that I never want to let go—even if I know somewhere deep inside that I will have to.

A moment later, I feel King’s fingers biting into my hips.

There’s a little pain from the intensity of his hold, but mostly just pure pleasure.

Now, he begins to move me, and I eagerly follow his direction.

He thrusts up while pulling me down, grinding me against his cock.

The head of his cock tortures my clit as the ferocity of our movements increase.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant.

“Give it to me,” he orders, his voice darker—hoarser. There’s an urgency behind his words too. I look at him and I see it. He’s close. Suddenly, I want his orgasm more than my own. The thought of me being able to bring him pleasure is everything I want.

Running on instinct, I lean down and run my tongue against his nipple. “Mm …” I whimper right before sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his body jerking. One of his hands comes away from my hips to tangle into my hair. I keep sucking as my body works against his cock. “Jesus, fuck,” King groans.

The pleasure and hunger fighting in his coarse words, undo me. I use my fingers to work at the tender nub my lips just released as I stretch to whisper in his ear. “Will you come for me, King?”

“I … Fuck, Gabby,” he groans, his hand coming up to scrub his face. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t,” I tell him, and for once I’m positive of that. King would never hurt me.

His hands come up to brace each side of my face. “Let’s worry about me some other time. Get what you need and come for me,” he urges, but even as he says it, I can hear how close he is in his voice.

“Gabby, please, let me give this to you. You’re the only one that matters here,” he says.

His words cut through the haze of semi-sex.

I know what he wants. I bite down on my lip as I study his beautifully tortured face.

I know what I need to do. This next step is something I know I want.

The only thing I’m unsure of is if I can force myself not to freak out and make this a good experience not only for King, but for myself, too.

I cup the side of his face, memorizing this moment with this beautiful man.

How I wish I could go back into the past and rewrite every bad decision I ever made.

I know it’s not possible, but everything in me wishes for that chance.

The need for it is so big it is practically painful.

I push that down. First, this moment was about King’s effort to make me more comfortable with my body finding pleasure.

Now this moment is all about King and wanting to give him a piece of me.

It’s about wanting to share the feelings he gives me.

It’s all about King for me. With my decision made, I raise up on my knees, while reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock.

God, he’s even bigger than he was before. How is that possible?

“Gabby …” I position him between us, and I feel him tense. “No, Gabby. You need to?—”

“I need you,” I counter, moving so the head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

“Baby, we can’t. I don’t have a condom and?—”

“I can’t get more knocked up than I already am, King.”

“It’s not that. Gabby?—”

“I’m clean. I got tested for months after the rape, King. You don’t have to worry.”

“For fuck’s sake. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried this is a step you’re not ready for. We can take our time and plan, Sunshine. I can make it good for you when the time comes.”

The beauty of this man cannot be believed.

Everything he’s given me, and King’s worried about me even now.

For a moment, air freezes in my lungs. I love him and, in saying that yet again, I know the love I have for him surpasses anything I have ever felt before.

Anything. That alone gives me the courage to hold him steady as I lower my body down, taking him inside.

I go slow. I don’t want to rush to where I miss something.

That means I feel every inch of him slip inside of me.

He stretches me, but his cock is coated in my juices.

I’m still so wet it should embarrass me but doesn’t because this is too good.

This—with King—is something I never expected to experience in my life.

I didn’t even know this feeling existed .

So, I take every moment and savor it. Freaking savor it.

“Fuck,” King hisses, as I finally get all of him inside of me. I stay settled against him, not moving, giving my body time to adjust. “Christ, Gabby, you’re so tight. You’re choking my cock,” he growls.

“You want me to … Umm … Should I …”

Shit. I feel like I’m messing this up. If he doesn’t like this, then I need to get off him, run to the bathroom, and then die of embarrassment. Those are words I’m finding impossible to speak aloud, however.

“Hey, Sunshine. Look in my eyes,” he demands.

His voice is strained, but the tenderness is evident, too.

“You feel so good that I’m about to blow my fucking load before I can see to you.

You are perfection.” I’m not sure I believe him, but there is sincerity written all over his face.

I lick my lips, trying to shore up my courage.

“Are you doing okay with this? Do you need us to stop?” he asks, once again putting me first.

“N-No. I don’t want to stop. I want you, King.”

I watch as his beautiful mouth slides into a smile. It somehow makes his velvet dark eyes sparkle. “That feeling is more than mutual, baby. Now, this is your show. You’re in control. Show me what you want,” he urges.

I look at him, my teeth sinking into my lip as I war with my own nerves.

Then, before I can allow the doubt that I’m feeling to overwhelm me, I start moving on him.

I look down at King, biting into my lip, my fingers curling into his chest. I’m worried because I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing.

I’ve had sex before—willingly, I mean. I should know what I’m doing.

Right now, it feels like my first time and I’m worried King will find me disappointing.

He’s staring up at me so intently, but his face gives nothing away.

I increase the speed of my rocking, and immediately enjoy how much better that feels.

“This feels good,” I whisper inanely.

“You’re fucking magnificent,” King replies—saying it in a way that makes me believe that’s exactly how he feels.

That alone gives me courage to lift until I can feel him leaving me and then I push back down.

I see King’s eyes close for a minute as pleasure washes through him—letting me know he’s enjoying that almost as much as I did.

Once he’s seated all the way, I rock my hips, leaning down to kiss him.

I cry out with that because that angles his cock inside me in a way that feels really fucking good.

King’s hands slide under his tee and immediately bite into the cheeks of my ass.

I was worried I’d feel fear, but that’s not what floods me down to my soul.

No, that feeling would be desire and it’s so strong it steals my breath.

“King,” I gasp. I can feel it building in me. It’s stronger than anything I’ve known. When it rips through me, I’m not sure I’ll survive. “I’m going to come,” I add with a cry.

“Reach down, sweetheart. Touch yourself and bring us both over the edge,” he demands.

I immediately do what he says, riding him so hard at this point that my breasts are slapping against my body with each downward thrust. I squeeze his cock inside of me, loving the feel of him there, never wanting him to leave.

The pads of my fingers seek out my clit, manipulating it as I push toward the edge of control.

“Fuck,” King growls, his hold on my hips increases with a bruising force and I love every minute of it. I love it!

The truth in that is so freeing that with just my fingers working my clit and King inside of me, I come. I was right. The orgasm was huge . So overwhelming all I can do is cry out his name and let it take me under.

“King!” I’m still riding the high when I feel him release inside of me, filling me with warm heat and somehow making me feel whole for the first time in my life.

The very first time.

As he takes me in his arms, holding me against his chest, our bodies still connected, while his hand slides through my hair, I smile and relax completely against him.

“My Gabriella. Completely mine . I’m never letting you go,” King croons against my ear. That should scare me. Maybe tomorrow it will. Tonight, the only thing I can think is I never want him to let me go. Ever.