Page 73 of Twins for the Enemy

It’s ticklish enough that a giggle escapes as he tosses my panties aside. He drapes over me again, his mouth cutting off my laugh, but I’m still smiling, and I can feel his smile too.

His hands slide into my hair, a light grasp on it like he wants to hold it without restraining me.

His face nuzzles against my neck, his warm breath steaming against my skin, as the tip of his cock rubs over my slit. I raise my hips, and he slides one hand under my ass, holding it so tightly that I know I’ll find fingerprintsin the morning.

When he thrusts into me, the air leaves my lungs.

Pain flashes through me as my body accommodates him, but it’s quickly forgotten as his cock strokes against parts of me that have been dormant since we had sex this morning. He keeps my ass raised, his grip still tight on it, as he drives into me.

He presses his mouth against mine, his lips opening my lips. As the warmth of his tongue slips between my teeth, I almost bite it as his body slides against my clit. The scent of lilacs becomes stronger, as if the movements of our bodies are triggering their fragrance, and the contrast as Kieran thrusts into me makes everything more intense.

He starts to slow down. His hand runs over my hip, his eyes following the gesture, filled with admiration. He draws his name from my hip to my ribs as he grinds up against me, the friction against my clit making my fingertips dig into the dirt under the oak tree.

As he moves in me, my breath is caught in my throat, and the only thing keeping me alive is when he presses against my clit with enough pressure that it makes meinhale again. It’s a slow torture that I’d beg for again and again.

He pulls my thighs up. There’s a small strain, but as his thrusts pick up again, it’s forgotten. We’ve had to be so quiet when having sex with the twins around, but now the sounds of our bodies colliding and the noises coming out of us are impossible to silence.

“I love you,” he breathes against my ear. My leg adjusts lightly underneath him, his cock hitting exactly the right spot now.

“I love you,” I say. He pulls back to look at me. When I press my fingers against his cheek, traces of dirt are left behind.

I grip onto him, my arm reaching as far as it can around his back as I bury my face in his shoulder, bracing for the rush of pleasure I know is coming.

These sensations are more than tidal waves. And it does. I must have died from the world exploding because my body is overtaken by ascension. I’m outside of my body. I only know I’m a quivering mess on earthbecause I’m still tied to Kieran, and with one more thrust, I hear him hiss my name before he comes inside me.

Several minutes pass before Kieran settles down beside me. Sweat from his forehead creates a crest over my left breast. I turn to look over at him. His eyes are closed and his breaths are steady, but from the hint of a smile, I know he’s still awake.

“I remember when we met,” I say. “You told me I came out of nowhere.”

“You did,” he says, one eye opening. “I believe that even more now.”

“I was just lost,” I murmur. “You gave me something solid to hold onto.”

He touches my cheek. “You’ve always been solid. I just made sure you didn’t disappear.”

I rest my head on his chest.

Above me, a ring glints in the light—delicate diamonds shaped like leaves and a blossom in thecenter.

“That’s the one,” I whisper.

He doesn’t look at the ring. He’s looking at me.

“Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, she is.”

THE END.

Dear reader,

If you’ve made it this far, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’m so grateful you picked upTwins for the Enemy.

This story started with one thought I couldn’t shake:What if you met the right person on the absolute worst night?

To everyone who’s ever left a review after reading one of my stories, I appreciate you. I read all of them (okay, I read them all twice), and they mean the world to me.

If this book made you feel anything, I’d be so grateful if you left a review. It helps new readers find Farah and Kieran’s story, keeps me writing, and keeps my coffee supply dangerously full.

With love,

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