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A brutal tingling swept my inner walls, forcing power and bliss through me. It mixed with the heat hunting through my blood and burst into flame.

I gasped as wave after wave of pleasure ignited through me.

Heat and bliss merged as I burned on an altar of Killian’s making.

Roaring sound rushed in my ears. Killian growled again, his knots throbbing. More wet heat filled me to my limit.

Blackness edged my vision until reality narrowed to gleaming silver eyes.

And then darkness eclipsed it all.

Chapter 30

Asoothing warmth shifted around me, and I snuggled deeper into its embrace. The lingering tease of a sinful dream clung to the edges of my mind.

I’d dreamt of Killian rescuing me dramatically and taking me hard, mid-air, trying to breed me with his unique knots holding me captive.

My subconscious clearly hadn’t got the message that I was done obsessing over the untouchable incubus.

A thick ache between my thighs had me frowning, pulling from sleep’s hold. The heady scent of sex and burned caramelregistered, along with something too big wedged inside me, stretching me obscenely.

I blinked fully awake, swallowing back a groan as the light pierced my eyeballs like stabbing needles. But I’d caught the edge of a slate-purple arm wrapped around my chest.

It. Hadn’t. Been. A. Dream.

How many times was I going to shout that inside my own head?

My heart pounded in time with my screaming thoughts.

I’d gone into my first heat.

AndKillianhad been the one to break it.

Could I already be pregnant with his child?

“I can feel how hard you’re thinking.” Killian’s rough voice was full of mirth as he whispered in my ear, placing a delicate kiss to the column of my throat, so at odds with the aching stretch from his solid length still inside me.

I stiffened in his arms, unsure how to react now we’d crossed that line so fully I wasn’t sure we were in the same realm as it.

Killian thrust lightly behind me, his hard length buried impossibly deep. His knot felt slightly less intense than I remembered from last night but still swollen enough to hold us together even though he’d somehow changed our positions while I’d been unconscious.

Aftershocks of pleasure echoed through my abused core as I pulsed around his hardness.

“I’ve been trapped inside you for hours,” he murmured against my skin. “And I still can’t get enough of you. So fucking addictive. Sweetness… Break for me one more time.”

His fangs sank into my neck as he thrust, pushing and pulling his knots stuck inside me. Bright sparks lit me up from the inside. His warm venom hit my bloodstream and kindled pleasure. It raced to my core, stuffed full, and ignited. I moaned,writhing in his arms on silken sheets as he followed me right over the edge into oblivion with a low groan.

Hot seed filled me to bursting, the pressure overwhelming before he pulled back hard enough to slip free. I gasped at the rush of wet heat between us, oddly tempted to turn around and lap up every power-soaked drop from his monstrous cock.

It was all I could do to sprawl limply in Killian’s firm hold though. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath and scramble for some sense of reality through the post-orgasm haze.

At some point, after I’d apparently passed out on his fat flying dick last night, he’d moved us to an opulent bedroom.

Gold-accented furniture gleamed around the expansive room, everything painted in rich cream shades, underlit with a warm glow from invisible strip lighting and a dramatic crystal chandelier that somehow mocked the early morning sunlight flooding through the sheer curtains, swaying in the breeze.

The incubus cuddled me closer in the softest covers I’d felt in this realm or the next, in a sprawling four-poster bed complete with romantic drapes at each corner in some rich queen’s dream.

Shattered glass littered the plush carpet like spilled diamonds. The curtains danced aside with a fresh breeze, revealing the jagged edges of industrial-thickness glass within a sliding door.

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