![]() It starts feeling less like being torn open and more like a satisfying sense of being full. I give an experimental, curious shift of my hips, watching Killian’s jaw go sharp-edged in response. I can feel from the tremble in his arms how much it’s costing him to stay still-to restrain himself-until my legs go lax again. He pauses at the sound I make, breathing hard into my temple. Let me make it good for you.” He cups his hand around the top of my head, using a measured twist of his hips to sink another thick inch of his cock inside. His groan is different now, coarse and raw. He thrusts again, but it hurts less now, tempered by the point of pressure that’s making my blood thrum. I embrace the instinct to raise my hips into the touch. “You’re so goddamn stubborn, would you just-” He shifts his weight to one arm, reaching down to press two fingers into my clit. My body seizes around him and he groans in a way that seems more frustrated than anything. ![]() ![]() “You can take it,” he says, bending to rumble into my ear, “but you need to let me in.” He punctuates this by pulling his hips back, dragging his cock away, only to push it back inside. Breathe.”īut my hands just want to push him back. ![]()
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