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“Ki-Kian, what’s…. I’m… Happening?”

“Let it happen.” I plunge two fingers into her cunt and rub her G-spot, making her squirt again. “Don’t fight it.”

“Ahh! Oh fuck!”

I roll and thrust into her, feeling my climax on the heel of hers. Withdrawing to the tip, I fist myself at the base and stroke once, twice, before forcing my cock into her ass again. My head drops and I curse as I shoot my load inside her, panting her name.

After the last spurt, I collapse on top of her, flattening her to the floor. I quickly turn on my side and yank her flush against me, burrowing my face in the crook of her neck.

She lies limp, aftershocks quaking her body.

I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, caressing her everywhere soothingly. Snatching the blanket that we were curled up in earlier, I cover us with it and hug her to me.

“I got you, Rainbow.”

Once her breathing evens out, I carry her upstairs. Her legs fall open as I lay her down. Parting her thighs, I watch my seed trickle out of her. Gathering all of it as another drop drips out, I push it into her pussy.

She never stirs, sleeping serenely.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Iris

Something hard and velvety rubbing along my inner thigh pulls me out of my slumber. The scent of dark chocolate and spice awakens my senses. I slowly blink my eyes open, noticing how it’s the middle of the night.

A hand glides up my hip, my sides, and stops over my right breast, closing around it possessively. I shiver at the heat pressing flush against my back. Calloused fingers tweak my nipple, rolling and pulling it. I lean into the rough touch, noticing I’m naked with the sheets pulled down and lying sideways on a bed.

I have no recollection of being brought upstairs into our room.

“Kian?” I whisper in the darkness as he toys with my breast.

The raspy and sleep-heavy quality of my voice causes his dick to twitch against my skin, so close to my heat. An ache so foreign and fierce beats in my pussy and travels lower to my ass as I unintentionally clench. Aftereffects course through my body, bringing to the forefront the memory of Kian fucking my ass.

I can’t believe I took him inside me, let alone came twice. Except, it didn’t feel like an orgasm, but much more intense and powerful. Uncontrollable. Endless. As it made me its hostage, all I remember is Kian’s hips snapping harder against mine.

He pinches my nipple, bringing me to the present.

His warm breath gusts over my lips when I twist my neck. I can barely make out his features in the dark, but I sense his dark mood. The palpable and primal energy swirling around him. Licking my dry lips, which causes my tongue to brush over his mouth, I murmur, “Love?”

“Sir.” He corrects in a deep and gravelly voice, raising goosebumps along my skin. The word is both a command and a warning.

He hasn’t woken me for a sweet, romantic lovemaking session.

I kiss his jaw, and sigh, “Sir.”

“Need my pussy.” His hand trails to my throat, curling around it. “Spread your legs.”

Lifting my right leg, I hook the back of my knee around his so I’m wide open for him. I swallow when his hips shift until his long and hard erection is resting over my pussy. The contact with his velvety skin awakens my nerve endings, despite my folds being swollen from our lovemaking.

Snaking his hand to my sex, he grazes my slit lightly.

I suck in a breath.

“So sensitive,” he taunts, increasing the pressure. “So wet. Even in sleep, you drip for me. Always ready.”

The touch disappears. Cool air caresses my wet core.

Spank!