Page 116 of Wicked Games

I let him move against me. His rhythm slows until it’s almost lazy, like he’s drawing comfort and not just pleasure out of each gentle rock of his hips.

I have no idea how we got here, but now that I’ve had a taste of Felix, I know one thing for sure. There’s no way in hell I’m ever letting him go.

26

FELIX

A puffof warm breath on my neck slowly drags me out of sleep, and I snuggle back against the warm body wrapped around me.

I have no idea what time it is, but by how dark the room is and how little ambient light is streaming through the windows, it’s before dawn.

Killian moans in his sleep and tightens his arms around me. His half-hard dick presses into my ass cheek, and a wave of need washes over me, so strong it steals my breath.

Tingles and little prickles of pleasure ripple along my skin, and my dick goes so hard it feels unnatural and actually hurts, like it’s so sensitive that any friction or pressure feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper against me.

A whimper escapes my lips, and I press back against Killian’s cock.

He lets out another rumbling groan, and the sensation of his chest vibrating against my back feels so damn good I gasp and bump back against his cock.

I don’t just want him; I need him.

Not thinking about anything other than getting his dick in me again, I reach behind me and grip his length.

“What are you doing, kitten?” he asks, his voice rough with sleep.

He doesn’t sound annoyed or upset at all. He sounds amused, and that makes my dick pulse as more of that desperate need fills me.

“Want you,” I whisper and try to guide his cock to my ass.

He slips one hand between us and gently peels my hand off his cock.

“Killian,” I whimper.

“You want me to fuck you, kitten?”

“Yeah, need it. Need you.” I arch my back and rub my ass against his rock-hard dick.

“You can have it,” he says in that sleep-rough voice that’s way too hot. “Ifyou’re good.”

“I’ll be good,” I promise quickly.

He flattens one hand against my chest, then slowly drags it down my body until he’s cupping my dick. I don’t even try to stifle my groan when he gives me a slow stroke.

“Are you sore?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth,” he rumbles in my ear and gives me another long, slow stroke.

“A little,” I admit. “But it’s not that bad.”

Killian lets go of my dick and pulls the sheets off us, exposing our naked bodies to the cool air. I hear thesnickof a cap being popped, then he slides a slippery finger between my ass cheeks and rubs it over my hole.

I relax as he presses against me. We both groan as he breaches me, and I bear down, helping him slip deeper inside me.

The stretch and burn are there, but it only adds to my pleasure. I never thought I’d be into pain, but I definitely am when Killian is the one causing it.

“Still feel good?” he asks in that sexy rumble that I like way too much.

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