She made a satisfied sound. "Good."
Brynn
She couldn't move.
Every muscle in her body had turned to liquid. Her cunt throbbed, tender and well-used, still leaking his release. She could feel it sliding down her thighs, cooling on her skin.
She'd never felt so thoroughly claimed.
"How long before we can do that again?" she asked, voice hoarse from screaming.
His laugh rumbled against her back. "Give me ten minutes."
True to his word, he was hard again before she'd finished catching her breath.
The second time was slower. Sweeter. He laid her out on her back and worshipped her with his mouth. Throat. Breasts. The soft curve of her belly. He licked her clean, his tongue scooping out his own release, groaning at the taste of them together. Then he kissed her so she could taste it too. Salt and musk and the evidence of their claiming.
"I love the taste of us," he murmured against her lips. "Going to eat you out every time I fill you up. Clean you out just so I can fill you again."
He slid back inside her. Easier this time, slick with his cum and her arousal. Made love to her with deep, rolling thrusts. His eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of pleasure.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "So beautiful."
She came twice more before he let himself follow. Spilled inside her again, adding to the mess.
The third time was in the bath.
He carried her on shaking legs, lowered them both into the steaming water. They were supposed to be getting clean. Instead, she ended up in his lap, his cock sliding back inside her well-used cunt. The hot water soothed her tender flesh even as he stretched her open again.
"We're making a mess," she gasped as she rode him, water sloshing over the edge with every roll of her hips.
"Don't care." His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, helping her move.
She came with his name on her lips. He followed moments later, spilling inside her for the third time that night.
After, they actually managed to wash. His hands gentle on her swollen, sensitive flesh. Cleaning away the sweat and arousal.
They collapsed into bed. His shadows curled around them both.
"Can't walk," she mumbled against him.
A rumble of satisfaction vibrated through his chest. "I should have warned you."
"Smug bastard." But there was no bite to it. She felt too boneless and satisfied to muster any real protest.
"Your smug bastard." He settled beside her and pulled her against his chest. "My thief."
"Your partner,” she corrected, eyes already drifting closed.
"That too." His hand stroked through her hair. "Sleep. You need rest.”
"So do you." Her fingers traced idle patterns across his chest.
"I will,” he replied, his hand continuing its soothing motion. "After I'm sure you're actually sleeping."
She smiled against his skin, exhaustion already pulling her under.
LXX.
