KATHERINE POV
*Begging-Maneskin*
My breath was still ragged, chest heaving, as I slumped forward against Kingsley's chest, his release dripping out of me in lazy pulses while the aftershocks of my fifth orgasm left my legs trembling. f**k, he’d wrecked me. Not that I minded. Not even a little.
Kingsley was always the one who lost himself in giving me pleasure—an addict to the high of my ecstasy. And tonight, he outdid himself. Five. He made me come five times before letting himself go, as if I were a goddess and he a priest in devotion.
Maybe I was.
A wicked grin tugged at my lips as I kissed him softly, reverently. My good boy. My beast. My destruction. He kissed me back, eyes glassy with bliss and surrender, fingers still twitching against my hips like he didn’t want to let go.
“Yo
