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I blink, realizing I’ve been staring at him this whole time.
“It just…” I trail off, not knowing how to describe it, before deciding to blurt out my thoughts. “It feels nice to be taken careof the way you’ve been taking care of me the last few days. The shopping spree, but also the meals and the comfy ass bed?—”
Fast as lightning, Kellan grabs the bar stool I’m perching on and drags it away from the counter. I squeal as his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me clean off my feet into the air. Automatically, I cling to him, thighs around his hips and fingers clinging to his shoulders.
“I can make you feel even better than that, Blondie,” he groans in my ear, and I shiver from head to toe in his arms.
He walks us a few steps over to the sofa, cradling me as he lowers me down, kneeling over my body.
I don’t hesitate to kiss him. It’s a need—something I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to. He kisses me back fervently before his lips travel down my throat to my shoulder. Kellan’s hands slide under my t-shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose my stomach and chest. My breaths come in short pants as he kisses down my breasts, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, then down my stomach, leaving fiery warmth in his wake.
When his tongue traces under the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, I can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth. I’ve never felt a raw need like this. It’s as though if he doesn’t touch me now, I’ll sob.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait.
“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” Kellan groans as he drags my sweatpants and underwear down, discarding the clothes on the floor. Immediately, I part my thighs, giving him access to all of me to do whatever the hell he wants with me. I’m his—every part of me.
“Fuck, so wet for me,” Kellan growls, primal lust in his voice as he hooks my knees over his shoulders and buries his face between my thighs.
Kellan swipes his tongue through the center of me, and I gasp, pleasure spiking through me so fast it makes my vision flash. He circles my clit with tight, soft strokes, and my nails dig into the sofa cushion beneath me as bliss unspools low in my stomach.
“Oh, God. Kellan!” I moan, lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Fuck, I need to hear you scream my name like that when I’m inside you again,” he grunts, turning his face to nip at my thigh.
He looks up at me, his lips wet with my juices, eyes dark and gleaming.
“My filthy little doctor,” he teases as he rises over me. I scramble to shove his pants down, needing him to fuck me, needing him to fill me. “My eager little slut, aren’t you?”
The degradation makes me gasp, an unexpected jolt of desire flooding me. I bite my lip, nodding up at him, completely under his spell. I never have thought I’d enjoy a man calling me that, but those words on Kellan’s tongue are so deliciously dark and sinful that I just want more.
I raise my hips, trying to get him to give us what we both want.
He looks down at me, reaching out to cup my throat with his palm. My pulse thrums hard against his touch as I arch into him. I know these same hands have fought and done more damage than I even know, but I don’t feel scared when he touches me like this. His thumb strokes up the side of my neck, and it’s the perfect combination of dominating and sweet.
“You want my cock, Blondie?” he asks, voice ragged.
“Yes!” I answer immediately, far beyond being embarrassed by it.
“Say it, then,” he urges, squeezing my throat slightly, just enough to add to the combination of desire and desperation flowing through me. “Say you're my little slut. Say you need my cock. Beg for me to fuck you.”
My breath stutters, but I only hesitate a second before rushing to say, “I’m yours, Kellan. Your slut.” I breathe, staring up at his bright blue eyes, feeling the connection between us grow even stronger. “And I need you so bad. I need your cock inside me, fucking me, making me scream your name. Please give it to me. Please, Kellan.”
“Fuck, you beg so pretty for me,” he groans, the praise making me light up just as much as his degradation did. Without letting go of my throat, he presses my thighs wider apart with his own and lines himself up. With one deep thrust, he fills me completely. The relief and pleasure are overwhelming, and for a second I forget how to breathe. “God, this cunt is so perfect. Made for me.”
I nod as much as I can in his hold, already so close to the edge from his teasing. His patience seems as ragged as mine now, though, because he pulls out and thrusts into me even harder, making the sofa creak beneath us. I arch up off the cushions, alive with pleasure, clinging to him and moaning so loudly I’m sure whoever’s undoubtedly outside keeping guard can hear every single sound. I don’t care. I can’t care about anything else but us, Kellan, and the way he’s making me feel.
“You gonna come for me like the pretty little slut you are?” Kellan asks.
My mouth parts in a silent cry as he adjusts his angle so his pelvis grinds against my clit with every movement.
I’m so close. Writhing beneath him, his hand on my throat, with him playing my body like a damn violin, I’m out of my mind with pleasure.
“Mine,” he growls, and I shatter.
“KELLAN!” I scream as my orgasm washes over me, making me shake and gasp beneath him.
Kellan swears, groaning my name, and I feel heat fill me as he comes, falling over the edge with me.
