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“I said what I said,” I bark, each word punctuated by a thrust. “Watch me, Theo. Watch me wreck your dream girl’s sweet little cunt while she begs for it.”
“Fuckinghell-” Ash mutters.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop, Kai. Don’t youfucking darestop -”
“That’s my girl,”I growl, a grin spreading across my face. “So good for me, aren’t you? Loud, greedy, desperate - fuck, you’reperfect.”
I lean down, my mouth hot against her ear, hips grinding in deep. She sobs, overstimulated and dripping, as my cock hits that spot that makes her vision black out.
“Gonna give it to you, Bambi,” I promise. “Gonna fill you up so fucking good, you’ll smell like me fordays.Even Lucian’ll catch it from a mile away and know Iwon.”
She laughs again - helpless and ruined -
And then she breaks.
It hits all at once: her whole body clamping down around my cock like she’s trying to lock me in and throw away the key.
Slick gushes out of her, soaking my thighs, the couch, probably half the damn room. She’s pulsing around me, shaking, gone.
Fuckinggone.
“Fuckyes,” I pant, holding her tight. “That’s right. Come for me, Bambi. Give me every fucking drop.”
I can't breathe. Can't think. All I can do is feel - the stretch of her, the weight of her, the perfect chaos of how full she is, how much I'm giving her, how much she's taking.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Again. I -fuck- again -”
Her body trembles with aftershocks, thighs clamped tight, chest heaving like she's laughing and sobbing at the same time.
She's split open, flooded with heat, wrecked with euphoria.
And I lose it.
I thrust once, twice - and that’s it.
I let go.
With a roar that feels like it’s coming out of my spine, I spill into her. Hot and thick and endless. My whole body locks up as I empty myself inside her, grinding deep and slow like I want to carve my name into her from the inside out.
“Holyfuck,”I groan.“Goddamn.”
She’s still gasping, trembling like her soul’s just been rewired.
Then - somewhere in the middle of all that euphoria - something shifts.
I feel it. Not just slick, not just clenching, not just heat.
The reach.
Oh fuck.
My whole body goes still. Buried to the hilt in her, panting like a sinner in a confessional booth, and then -
She’s reaching.
The bond is blooming. That silken snap pulling us tight. Her instinct is choosing me. Not blindly, not by mistake; but with something deep and raw and wanting.
You.
