Page 67 of King of Desire

This time, there is no pain, only pleasure as fills my insides, pleasure sparking hot and deep. He doesn’t stop until he bottoms out.

My back arches to take even more of him in, my hands rising over my head to grab the lip of the counter.

His hands wrap around my waist as he pulls me even tighter against him, rubbing my clit in a way that sends tendrils of pleasure radiating out.

A mewling cry falls from my lips as he pulls out and then surges back in, repeating all the feels.

I’m mindless now as my body climbs higher and higher, the pleasure so intense a half sob falls from my lips.

He pounds into me, his jaw hard enough to cut glass until with one final surge, I break, falling over the edge as an orgasm rips through me.

He pumps into me a couple more times, but I’ve hardly come down from the pleasure when he pulls out of me and flips me over, my feet landing on the floor, my breasts crushing into the cool counter.

But I’ve hardly got my weight recentered when he pushes inside me again, this time going so deep, I gasp.

“Fuck,” he spits out the word, just holding inside me for a moment. Two. Then he grabs my hips and pulls out only to pound in again.

It’s rough and fast and animalistic. But my insides light with fire at all the friction and soon, I’m barely hanging on as I start to climb again.

My body can hardly take it, it’s so good. My toes curl into the thick carpet, pushing up to take more of him. “God, Triston. Oh God, you feel…” I can barely get out the words, the thrusts making my voice come out in halting gasps.

And then he lets go of one side of my hip to reach around and press his finger to my clit.

It’s the final straw that breaks me and I scream out again, another orgasm stealing my breath.

He roars behind me, his thrusts losing all their art, as he breaks too, cumming inside me.

I go limp on the hard counter, my body so spent, two espressos can’t keep my eyes open.

Triston collapses on my back, kissing my neck and shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”

“None,” I sigh out. “But I know how good you feel.”

He lets out a small chuckle as he lifts off me again, pulling me off the counter and into his arms.

Carrying me into the bedroom, he settles me back on the bed, his body wrapping around mine.

But he’s hardly settled me on the bed when I close my eyes, falling sound asleep.

I have no idea how long I’m out, but I wake to the feel of Triston’s fingers dancing down my arm.

I jerk awake. “Ho lo?”

He laughs. “Hello to you too.”

I shake my head, trying to clear the cobwebs and make my tongue work. “How long was I asleep?”

“Four hours.”

“Four hours!” I cry, bolting up, which makes me dizzy. I tilt to the side and Triston catches me.

“Slow down. Everything’s all right.”

I lean back again, closing my eyes, trying to give my body and brain time to adjust. “I should check on Darius.”

“He’s fine and…” He kisses my temple. “Your clothes arrived.”

“My clothes?” Is it just the grogginess? He’s lost me again.

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