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Suddenly, my face is turned to the side, and looking in my eyes, Khaos says, “Your wish is my fucking command.”

Our mouths meet in a beautiful collision of lips, tongues, and teeth. Tasting myself on him has me deepening the kiss.

My lower half grows fuzzy, then my belly, chest, neck, and—Right as my face goes numb, the smallest scream floats out of my mouth like a butterfly leaving a cave.

“Now,” is but a whisper.

One Khaos hears because the next instant, he’s freezing against me, gritting, “Fuck,” as he floods my channel with his cum.

Neither of us rush to move. I don’t know if it’s because we can’t or we don’t want to, but we stay connected for several moments. Khaos is the first to break the spell, peppering my shoulder with kisses. Between each one, he murmurs my name like a devout worshiper at the altar of his revered deity.

“What? No congratulations this time?” I finally ask. I got him off, didn’t I?

“Congratulations. You wrecked me.”

“I thought I was the one supposed to be getting wrecked.”

“So did I, Silver. So did I.”

After another kiss to my back, Khaos slowly pulls out, making both of us hiss.

“Are you okay?”

With a nod, I straighten and start to turn around so I can—

Splat.

I glance down to where I just was, finding a glob of…something.

“Oh my God. Did I just squirt?”

For some reason, that earns another chuckle. “No.”

“What is it?”

Peering down at the substance in question, Khaos says, “I think it’s just my cum.”

“You just came?”

Khaos’s gaze lifts to mine. “Are you fucking kidding me? You couldn’t tell I came in you?”

“Well, what? Did it fall out of me?”

“I guess so.”

“How am I supposed to get pregnant?”

“You want to get pregnant?”

“Not now.” That would be a nightmare. “I meant I don’t understand how anyone gets pregnant if the cum doesn’t even stay in there.”

“Maybe it slipped out ’cause you were upright. I don’t know. I’ve never nutted in a girl raw before. Only with a condom.”

Desperately trying not to imagine Khaos with other girls, I focus on the dollop again. There are pink tinges in it that I didn’t notice before.

“I think you’re bleeding.”

“That’s not my blood.”