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His dirty words make my body seize and suspend for a second. Another vicious thrust causes me to gasp. The climax tears out of me on a scream.

Putting all of his weight on my shaking frame, his hips buck faster, slapping lewdly against my folds, until finally his rhythm falters. Slamming to the hilt, he roars out his orgasm, releasing his hot cum inside my spasming pussy.

Withdrawing after the final spurt, his warmth disappears as he scoots down and spreads my thighs over his shoulders.

My hand shoots to his head as his lips lock around my slit and his tongue takes a long swipe. He eats my cunt like the thousand times he’s done before, not caring that his white cum is leaking out of me.

The filthiness and the wicked sensations propel me over the edge a third time.

Until I’m floating on a cloud of bliss.

When I’m spent and lax, he climbs up my body to kiss me with his glistening lips that taste of us. I suck and lick his tongue, craving all of it.

“Please don’t make me go without this ever again,” I beg against his mouth. “No more treating me like I’m breakable.”

“Never again,” he promises.

Chapter Forty-Six

Iris

“Hey, baby,” rasps Kian, sneaking up behind my back and dropping a kiss on my shoulder. “What are you baking?”

“Choco chip cookies, muffins, and banana bread,” I answer with a smile. My hands are buried in the dough as I knead it. “It’s Bianca’s and Rosalie’s favorite.”

It’s been another blissful and amazing month of Kian and me living together on the island. I’ve never felt more like myself.

Happy. Bubbly. Hopeful. Healing.

All because of the unwavering patience and support of the man standing behind me. The shadows of guilt and stress have all but disappeared from his face. I won’t lie that there are nights I find him sitting alone in the dark or when I wake up from nightmares, but we always talk it out instead of burying our turmoil.

If it’s possible, I think we’re closer than we were before.

Neither of us is in a hurry to move back to the city, which is why we’ve invited our friends and family to fly here tomorrow. Chatting and video calling aren’t as fun. I want to hug and kiss them. I can’t wait for tomorrow to come.

“What’s my dessert?” Kian teases in mock jealousy.

“Me.”

He chuckles, smacking a kiss on my lips. “Yeah, you are. My favorite dessert in the world.”

As he steps back to walk to the refrigerator, I salivate over his physique in a dark gray suit that clings to his ripped body. Businessman Kian is a sexy and drool-worthy sight to behold.

He isn’t back to work full-time, but he attends online conferences from his home office here on the island. That’s where he’s been busy all morning.

I’m also attending my classes for the new semester online since I don’t want to fall behind. Another reason I didn’t want to go back was because of the whole scandal, followed by the news of me getting shot.

Harshita reached out to me once more with the job offer for after I graduate. However, I respectfully declined. I’ve realizedSahara Timesisn’t the best fit for me.

Kian turns around, catching me checking him out red-handed. He smirks, stalking toward me as I furiously blush.

I give him my back, pretending to ignore him as I move my hands again. Only for his heat to envelop my back. Grasping my waist, he drums his fingers teasingly. “Cute apron.”

“Thanks,” I murmur, trying not to grind against his cock until it hardens.

“Want some help?”

No way. We’ll never finish baking. “Umm… no, I’m good.”