I couldn’t fathom the pleasure running through me. It was too much—too goddamn good—but f*****g hell, Kian didn’t stop. His c**k was still hard inside me, relentless, pounding into the wet, messy aftermath of everything we’d already done. My body felt raw, overstimulated, but still—somehow—starving for more.
Without warning, my legs were released, and my body immediately stretched out along the ground like I had no control left, like every muscle in me had given up. Limbs limp, chest heaving. I was wrecked—and he knew it. Kian rose up on his knees, the sight of him framed in the silver-blue light of the moon above. His body shimmered with sweat and exertion, glistening like a sculpture carved from shadow and desire.
He wasn’t massive like some of the others—he wasn’t the kind of man who
