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"Good," I say, before tearing the bra away with a gentle but firm tug, exposing her to me.
I cup one of her breasts, rolling her hardening nipple between my fingers. Her back arches, a moan escaping her as I take the other nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. She hums with pleasure, her hands gripping the bed sheets. Her moans spur me on, driving me to explore her further.
Trailing kisses down her stomach, I reach her pastel pink thong, stopping to look up at her. Her eyes are filled with a fiery need, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly parted, eager for what’s to come.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. My lips find the tender flesh of her inner thigh, and I watch her chest rise and fall with anticipation. She doesn’t speak, but her eyes betray her longing.
I position myself between her legs, and my warm breath causes her to shudder. As my lips finally touch her, she gasps and throws her head back, her fingers gripping the duvet. Her moans are music to my ears, and I eagerly dive in, my tongue exploring her, savouring her taste.
"Fuck," she moans, her voice filled with raw lust.
I respond by licking her with increased fervour, my finger slipping between her folds to gather her essence. I insert a finger, and she gasps, her back arching. Her moans vibrate against my tongue, fuelling my desire.
As her moans become more urgent, I add another finger, thrusting them faster. Her hips buck against me, her pleasure evident. Her hands find my head, gripping my hair, and I moan into her.
"Killian!" she cries out, and I thrust my fingers deeper, urging her towards release.
"Come for me," I command, my voice husky. "Scream my name so everyone can hear."
She’s on the brink, and I’m nearly overwhelmed with the need to be inside her, but I want her to reach her peak first. I close my mouth around her clit, applying gentle pressure. Her scream of release is the sweetest sound, her body trembling as she comes hard. I continue my service, extending her pleasure as long as I can.
When her body finally stills, she pulls me up for a lingering kiss, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Her skin glistens with sweat, and I’m captivated by her beauty. I roll onto my back, pulling her into my arms, our breathing heavy but content.
"Wow," she breathes, her voice still tinged with awe.
"Out of this world," I reply, smiling as I brush a tender kiss across her forehead.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and we’re both glistening with the aftermath of our passion.
"Yes," she whispers, her voice soft. "Out of this world."
I chuckle and pull her closer, my fingers trailing down her spine. As she nestles into me, I take in her scent, feeling a profound connection.
"Now I’m hungry," she says with a playful grin, and I laugh.
"Can we get some food?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then, maybe, we can go again after we’ve built up our energy."
"I’m definitely up for starting the year with a few more bangs," I reply, capturing her lips in a kiss that says everything.
As we lie together, the world outside forgotten, I’m filled with a deep sense of contentment. I’m hers, completely, andshe’s mine.
Chapter seventeen
Present
“Killian!” a female voice echoes through the haze of my groggy mind as an incessant alarm blares in the background. My head is pounding like a drum in a marching band, and my body feels like it's made of lead. All I want is to burrow back under the covers and pretend this is just a bad dream. But deep down, I know that if I don’t open my eyes soon, I’m going to feel even worse. Plus, there's this nagging sense that something is seriously wrong, like a cosmic two-by-four trying to get my attention.
“Killian!” the voice calls again, this time with a bit more urgency. A white light shines directly into my eyes, like a searchlight at a crime scene. It’s like someone’s trying to perform an impromptu eye exam.
“Killian!” The voice shouts now, as if volume alone could pry me from my slumber.
I shoot up in bed, again. It’s like Groundhog Day, but with more headaches and less existential dread. My head throbs, and the room swirls like I’m on a carnival ride that’s gone rogue. I press my hand to my forehead, trying to steady the spinning, but it feels like my brain’s decided to do the cha-cha.
I can feel a cold sweat creeping over me like a wet blanket. My stomach starts a rebellious flutter, and before I can process what’s happening, I’m sprinting to the bathroom. I barely make it before my stomach decides it’s time to perform its own version of ‘The Exorcist,’ sending the remnants of last night’s dinner into the toilet.
When the retching subsides, I slump to the floor, my back resting against the cool tiles. I close my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of composure. When I open them again, the room’s no longer spinning, but my head is still drumming a relentless beat.
I glance out the bathroom door, where a sliver of sunlight sneaks through the curtains, heralding the arrival of a new day. Too bad I feel like the universe has it out for me. I wonder if I’m catching the bug Laelia’s been moaning about for days.