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The head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and my body clenches, oversensitive from the hard fuck earlier.

“Shh,” Kain murmurs. “It’s okay.”

He pushes in one slow inch, and the burn is immediate. My inner walls are swollen and raw, and the stretch of his cock opening me sends an ache radiating through my pelvis.

I bite the pillow, a whimper trapped behind my teeth.

Kain’s hand strokes down my side and over my quivering flank as he sinks deeper, the thick shaft working into me with agonizing slowness, and my fingers claw at the sheets. Every nerve ending is lit up, oversensitive and screaming, and the fullness makes my head spin.

When his hips finally press flush against my ass, his cock seated to the root, I gasp.

“Don’t move.” The pillow muffles my warning.

“I’m not.” His hands settle on my waist, thumbs tracing circles on the small of my back. “I’m staying right here.”

His mouth finds my nape.

The bite mark is tender, the skin hot and raised, and when his lips touch it, a jolt runs straight down my spine and settles in my dick. He kisses the Mark before licking a slow stripe over the broken skin, his tongue working the swollen gland.

The pillow muffles my moan as my hips shift without my permission, rocking back into him.

Kain hums his approval into my nape. “That’s it, Bunny.”

His hand slides around, palm flattening over my lower abdomen, rubbing over the bulge of his cock where it distends my stomach.

“Fuck,” I whimper, my legs spreading, knees seeking leverage on the mattress.

Kain’s palm bears down, and the pressure sends a white-hot spike of pleasure straight to my dick.

My hips rock faster, chasing the sensation, my ass grinding against his pelvis as his cock stays buried inside me. His mouth never leaves my Mark, teeth grazing the tender skin, tongue lapping at the gland until the pleasure builds into a screaming pressure at the base of my spine.

“Kain,” I moan as I hump the pillow, stirring his cock inside my ass.

I come without warning, my dick pulsing into the sheets as my inner muscles clamp down on Kain’s cock. The orgasm rolls through me in waves, each one dragging a whimper from my throat, and Kain groans against my nape, his hips jerking forward despite what he promised.

His cock swells inside me, pulsing, and he spills, filling me for the second time in hours.

We lie there, panting, Kain sprawled heavy over my back, his mouth still covering my Mark. His hand stays on my stomach, rubbing in slow circles over the quivering muscles.

After a long minute, he eases off me, careful of his ribs, and rolls onto his side. I hiss as his cock slips from my body, and warmth trickles down my ass. His arm around my waist draws me to him, and we lie with his larger frame spooned around mine.

I turn my head to glare at him. “You lied about staying still.”

“You’re the one who was moving.” His thumb brushes my hip. “I just let you use my cock.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I’m your asshole,” he reminds me.

I press my face in the pillow to hide my grin. “You tricked me.”

Kain’s chuckle rumbles through my back, his chest flush with my spine. “Not my fault my mate finds me irresistible.”

I elbow him in the ribs, and he hisses.

“Sorry.” I squint around the room, but without my glasses I can’t read the clock on the nightstand. “What time is it?”

We had fallen asleep after we both took our meds and stumbled into Kain’s bedroom, and my glasses are still in the bathroom.