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He gave me what I wanted—his body towering over mine like a God rising. I stared into his face, trying to etch that look on my brain.
One position.
A second position.
A third…
One orgasm blurred into another then another until my entire body pulsed like a guitar string after it’d been plucked.
“I want to see your face when you come.” I panted.
“Oh yeah?” Kid asked, pulling out of me.
“Yes. I want to remember it just in case this is the only time I have you like this.”
He turned me around and pushed me backward up to the headboard. Kid knelt at the foot of the bed, peeled the condom off and wrapped his fingers around his cock.
“Okay.” He told me. “Watch me.”
He stroked himself, my eyes traveling up his body to his eyes then down to the way his abs tensed. The tattoos on his body was covered in sweat—and it turned me on that I was the one who made him that way.
When he came, the climax tore my name from his lips.
“Damn.” I whispered.
I never imagined Kid could get any sexier. I should have known he would be the kind of man who could burn my world to the ground. I wanted him to—I wanted to see my earth in embers and ash at my feet.
He crawled up the bed, kissing from my ankles, up to my knees. Kid kissed my nipples, my neck then covered my mouth with his.
“I should regret this.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. “A good girl would have.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve taken me in ways that—”
“Are you shamed?”
“I should be.” I admitted. “Everything in the way I’ve been raised tells me I should pray for forgiveness.”
He pulled back to kneel in front of me. “That’s not what I wanted to hear. That’s not what any man wants to hear a woman say after they’ve made love.”
I leaned forward to kiss his nose and cheeks then his forehead. “I’m not ashamed. I don’t regret it. In fact, I’d like to do it again.”
Kid smiled then bowed his head to kiss at my stomach. When our eyes met once more, he winked at me.
My clit pulsed.
“You’re not wearing your gift.” I caressed both his wrists. “You don’t like it.”
“That’s not the reason I’m not wearing it.” Kid’s eyes danced with an unreadable expression I couldn’t quite place.
“Tell me what you’re into and I’ll—”
“If you’re giving someone something, you can’t just drop it and run.” His voice was soft, sincere. “If you want me to wear that gift, Nella. You’re going to have to put it on me.”
My heart flipped happily. “Maybe one day when you claim me.”
“Claim you?” He asked.
