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CHAPTER 17

DYLAN

W hen I wake, it’s still the middle of the night. I’m face-down in the mattress, my body completely spent.

Still buzzing, still tingling, but too wrecked to move.

I tilt my head to the side.

Beside me, Kai is stretched out, his breathing steady but heavy, one arm flung over his face. As if sensing I’m awake, Kai opens his eyes and gazes at me.

Neither of us speak.

Not because we don’t have anything to say—but because we just obliterated each other.

The entire room still smells like sweat, sex, and sin. Sheets half on the bed, half on the floor.

Kai is the first to shift, glancing over at me. “You good over there, Trouble?”

I don’t lift my head. Don’t even move. I just raise one middle finger. My face still mostly buried in the pillow.

He chuckles, rolling onto his side. His fingers trail over the bare curve of my spine, featherlight, like he knows if he presses too hard, I might actually combust. “I’d be offended, but I think I literally just fucked the attitude out of you.”

I turn my head just enough to smirk. “Bold of you to assume I ever run out of attitude.”

He grins, pushing up onto his elbows. “Come on. Shower.”

I groan, refusing to move. “Why? We’re just going to get dirty again.”

Kai arches a brow, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up effortlessly. “Exactly.”

The moment the water turns on, steam swirls around us, making everything hazy. The contrast between the cool air from the room and the hot water against my skin is instant, my muscles sighing in relief.

I step inside first, tilting my head back, letting the heat wash over my aching body.

Kai follows a second later, crowding into my space. His hands grip my hips immediately. “Thought you were too wrecked to move.”

I smirk, placing my palms against his chest. “I could still take you.”

His eyes darken. His hands tighten on my waist. “You’re testing me, baby.” He grabs the shampoo, flipping open the cap with one hand.

I raise a brow, arms folding over my chest. “What, you moonlight as a hairdresser?”

He smirks, working the shampoo into my hair. “Nah. Just like getting my hands in it.” His fingers massage my scalp, slow, methodical.

I let out a small, involuntary sound. The kind I didn’t mean to make. My body fully relaxes against him.

Kai hums against my ear. “That feel good, Trouble?”

I try to regain control, not let him see how fucking good it feels. “Fuck you.”

He chuckles, hands sliding down my shoulders, down my back, massaging in slow, teasing circles. “Oh, sweetheart. You already did.” He rinses out my hair, but his fingers don’t leave my skin. They slide down my back, over my ass, gripping, pulling me against him.

I feel how ready he is again, and it makes my thighs clench.

He presses a kiss to my wet shoulder. “You gonna let me ruin you one more time?”

I tilt my head, smirking. “You talk big for someone who still hasn’t even made me beg yet.”

Kai’s grin presses against my skin. “Yet.” His fingers slip between my legs, teasing.

I bite my lip, pressing back against him, slick with arousal. “Less talking. More proving me wrong.”

He lifts my leg, positioning me just right. The water beats down, steam thickening, making everything feel surreal. Then he thrusts in deep.

I gasp, my palms slamming against the slick tile.

He grips my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts into me over and over again. “You feel so fucking good, Trouble.”

I moan, my nails dragging down his back. “Fuck, Kai?—”

It’s not slow, not controlled.

It’s needy. Desperate. Our movements fast, messy, frenzied. Both of us chasing one last high.

Kai’s teeth graze my shoulder, his grip tight on my waist. “That’s it, baby. Take it. Take my hard cock.”

His fingers find my clit, pressing, circling.

I moan as ripples of pleasure radiate throughout my body, his ministrations on my sensitive bud making my knees weak. I know I’m close, my entire body tensing in anticipation.

“Come for me again,” he commands.

And I do. I shatter, gripping the tile, body trembling.

Kai follows moments later, groaning against my throat, his body shaking.

We’re both breathless. Shaking. Wrecked beyond repair.

Kai’s arms wrap around me, holding me up.

My forehead rests against the tile.

His lips press against my shoulder, soft, lingering.

Like he’s memorizing this moment.

Like he knows this might be the last time.

And maybe that’s the worst fucking part.