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“Kian?” I sob, already at my limit. “H-how much mo—”

He tears through my barrier with a vicious stab of his hips.

I scream.

Yet hedoesn’tstop.

His cock keeps spearing my pussy until I’m unbearably full. I hear him groan somewhere far away over the ringing in my ears. The pain between my thighs is never-ending, spreading to my other limbs as I shove and scratch at Kian’s back.

“I can’t… I can’t,” I chant incoherently.

“Yes, you can… You are,” he urges, licking the moisture on my cheek. “The worst is over. I’m almost there, little siren. Just a little more.”

Fuck!

Any more and I’ll truly split in half.

“I told you,” I gasp as he angles his hips and thrusts. “That you won’t fit.”

“Look at me.”

I blink my wet eyelids open, unaware that I closed them. His magnetic eyes come into view, so intense that I involuntarily squeeze around him. His stubbled jaw clenches, making his gaze narrow into slits.

The muscles on his neck and shoulders strain and bulge. The veins along his neck are popping up as he exercises restraint. Kissing me softly and twirling his tongue with mine, he tones down his need before staring at me tenderly.

“I am deep inside you, Iris,” he says in a guttural tone. “We fit. Say it.”

“We fit,” I whisper.

Cradling the side of my face, he demands, “Ask me to slide in every inch.”

“Please give me every inch.”

Smashing his lips against mine, he buries himself to the hilt in one merciless thrust.

“Oh, Kian!”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kian

Shoving her arms over her head, I pin her small and shaking frame to the bed without trying to crush her.

She’s like a hot vise around my cock, choking me in a death grip.

Her cunt is so heavenly that I’m one thrust away from coming prematurely.

The satisfaction of being the only man on this earth to own her beautiful body is like being high on a heady drug. I possess her mind, body, and soul. My shaft swells at the intensity of the truth.

She sobs.

Protectiveness surges to the surface, noticing the pinched lines on her face. I lace my fingers through hers and squeeze, coaxing her ocean blue orbs to focus on mine. I taste her pain falling down her ruby cheeks with my lips. Tracing my tongue along her bottom lip, I soothingly murmur, “I’m not moving until you’ve adjusted to my cock, Rainbow.”

Even though my instincts are screaming at me to rut into her.

I ignore them, wanting this moment to last forever.

“You’re all the way in me?” she asks against my lips in disbelief.