“Take it! Take my fucking cum!” he snarled, his face bearing a feral expression.
My pussy clenched around him with each twitch and I trembled with delight at the feeling of his thick load coating my walls.
“You feel so good!” I purred. “I love it when you come inside of me.”
Kai was struggling to draw breath, his cheeks flushed and his skin coated in sweat. “The best fucking feeling. You’re amazing.”
I smiled softly and stroked his chest. “So are you. This was everything.”
A tender smile lit up his face as he locked gazes with me. “Itwaseverything.”
How was I supposed to ever let him go?
Chapter 24
Tori
Icouldtellitwascoming before the words even left my mouth. Before the afterglow had faded and before Kai had brushed my hair off my cheek like I was … precious.
That did it.
It wasn't the sex — though, my God, it had been soft, slow and terrifying in its own right. Not the way he kissed me, as if we had all the time in the world. Not even the way he whispered my name as if it meant something.
No, it was the look he gave me afterward.
Kai was looking at me like he’d already chosen me, and suddenly panic slammed into me so hard I thought I might throw up.
I sat up too fast, pulling the sheet with me. “Kai—”
His brows knitted instantly and he propped himself up on his elbow. “Hey. Y’alright?”
I shook my head as though it would somehow make me think clearer.
No. No, I was not fucking alright.
“I can’t do this.” I choked on the words.
He froze like someone had hit pause on him and I forced the rest out before I lost my nerve.
“I can’t do this with you. I can’t…” My throat closed. “You’re leaving. You’releaving, Kai. Once the end of the semester comes and football is over, you’re going back to Australia, and I— I can’t survive that.”
His chest rose and fell slowly, like he was trying to keep from startling me.
“Tori…”
“I mean it.” My voice cracked and I untangled myself from the sheets, almost frantic now. “I can’t let myself … I can’t fall for someone who’s going to leave. This isn’t working for me anymore.”
When I half-tumbled out of bed, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, fully facing me. The sheets slipped down as he held his hands up, almost like he was trying to calm a scared animal.
The moonlight falling through his window cast a dim light on his thick muscles, and his hair was still messy from my hands. He looked wrecked anddetermined.
Then he started moving, but he didn’t grab me; he merely stepped forward until I had to look up at him.
“Tori,” he pleaded, “that’s not what’s happening here.”
I backed up a step, but he followed cautiously, matching me inch for inch until my back hit the wall. My breath caught in my chest as I stared up at him. He was so impossibly big, his broad back shielding me from the light.
What if it could shield me from other things, too?
