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He fucks me both ways, getting me so close I feel tears gather in my eyes. My breath comes in bursts, my heart racing. I need to come, but he stops every time I get close.

I need more—and just as I think it, his cock slides into me.

I do cry out this time, a moan and scream mingled together, my entire body shuddering. I’m not touching myself anymore; I’m holding onto the sheets of the bed, trying to ground myself with something real.

Lachlan curses; he still has the vibrator in my ass, and I can feel the press between the vibrator and his cock. They fill me up so much I can barely think.

“Please,” I beg, so desperate I don’t even care what I’m saying. “More. Please, give me more—”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please, I want it, I need your cock,” I say, almost babbling, totally lost. “I wanna come. Please, let me come—”

I can’t keep talking. My words are all lost in moans as he fucks me; he keeps pushing me, then drawing back.

He finally pushes me to the point where I can’t take it anymore, and he lets me come, slamming into me so hard that I see stars. I can feel it hit me all at once, a hard wall of pleasure, an orgasm that feels like a bomb.

My entire body tightens around him. I cry out as I come, my hips jerking as I ride each pulse. I can feel his contour, the shape of his cock inside me with every sharp contraction. I can feel the vibrator, too, the twin shapes pulsing inside me.

He waits for me to finish. I’m burned out and oversensitive, but he waits until I’m done to fuck me through it, push past my orgasm as his hips snap against me.

He rides me hard and then he pulls out and comes on my back, his hand still tight on my ass, almost bruising in its force.

I can barely think. I’m dizzy with pleasure, disoriented, overstimulated. He grips my chin and turns my head, pulling me back toward him. I follow him without question and he kisses me, taking the little breath left in my lungs.

He grinds against me and I feel my body weakly shiver in the aftermath. I kiss him back, dazed and sated in a way I’ve never felt before.

He picks me up then, carrying me to the shower, strong despite the overwhelming sex, and I can’t help the way my heart flips. I can’t help feeling something more, something I can’t name yet.

I don’t want to linger in thoughts. I just let myself enjoy the moment, sated and exhausted, and relax in his embrace.

Maybe this was his way of trying to distract me from my pain.

And for just a short while, it worked.

CHAPTER30

Katrina

The cool water feels like heaven on my skin. I feel like I was overheated; it’s like coming down from a fever, the frenzy of what we just did.

That’s what it’s like. Sex with Lachlan is a frenzy, a fever. It’s a fire I want to feed every time it happens.

Now, I stand in the shower, the water massaging my spent muscles as I stand under the spray. Lachlan smooths his hands over my body, soap foaming luxuriously, and I shut my eyes. This is the best thing I’ve ever had.

God, how did I live before?

I can’t even stomach the thought of going back to what I was doing before Lachlan. It was such a waste. Now, having had him in my life, I feel like I know what I could have. What Ishouldhave.

After all, I’ve lost so much and worked so hard to do the best for my mother and myself. Why can’t I have this one thing? This one person?

Lachlan’s hand traces down my spine, toward the middle of my back. He pauses there and I feel my cheeks flush; I know he’s looking at the mark he left.

“I like how you look wearing my cum,” he says.

It sends shivers through me all over again. I want to say something back, something witty and sexy, but I can’t speak. My mouth is dry, my words all gone. I shiver under his touch, and all I can think about is how much I want him to fuck me again.

He doesn’t continue, though, and I know it’s best this way. There’s so much happening outside of us right now, and as much as we may want to lose ourselves, we can’t. Not when there is real danger waiting for both of us.

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