Those possessive, heated words send a shockwave straight to my core, which tightens around his cock instinctively. Krystian’s hips stutter, inarticulate curses and praises leaving his lips, and I grip him tighter.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream as my pussy pulsates around his length.
With a hoarse cry, he buries himself to the hilt, his hips jerking erratically before stilling. He collapses half on top of me, his head buried in the crook of my shoulder.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, his lips brushing against my skin with each exhale.
I run my hand across his back, holding him to me.
I can’t seem to catch my breath. To think. To do anything but touch him and stare mindlessly at the ceiling.
“Is it… Is it always like that?” I whisper.
“Not for me,” he responds simply, and then he stills, his nose still pressed against my skin. “Thea?”
“Yes?” I ask.
“Did you always have that tattoo on your thigh?”
I open my mouth, close it, and then open it again. But before I can respond, Krystian shakes, his hands curling around me in a way that’s almost painful. I freeze and slowly lower my head.
Pitch-black eyes peer back at me.
Krys grins—the smile hungry and possessive, making goose bumps blaze across my body.
His hard cock brushes against my side as he rolls overtop of me.
“Hello, my love.” Blond hair, streaked with black and blue, falls across his face. “How do you feel about round two?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KRYS
Idon’t think anything will compare to staring down at Thea’s flushed, post-orgasmic face.
Fuck, just thinking about what I did to her earlier—what Krystian did—makes my cock harden.
My sunny counterpart doesn’t think I’m aware of what goes on during the day, but that just isn’t true.
I know everything, including how fast we’ve fallen for this intoxicating woman.
Krystian is afraid to confess the truth to her, to admit how much he needs her, but I’m not.
Thea is mine.
I’ve claimed her, and there’s no going back for me. She has imprinted herself into the foundation of my very soul, weaving herself in such a manner I have no hope of untangling her. Not that I want to.
There’s no fear in her eyes when she stares up at me. No trepidation or unease or distrust. She knows I’ll never hurt her, that I’m just one side of a coin, and my existence revolves around her now.
I lower my lips to hers, nibbling on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
I don’t want to be gentle. Not like Krystian was.
I need to consume her. Make her mine. Burrow myself so far inside of her that she can never remove me.
“I’m not going to be gentle, shortstack,” I warn her.
An impish smile tugs at her lips. “Then maybe you shouldn’t lead.”
