He stayed perfectly still, his lust-filled gaze locked on her flushed face, her lips parted as she panted for breath. When she gave no response, he began to pull his fingers out—only for her hand to shoot forward, clutching his wrist.
“No… please, Killian. Don’t stop. It feels so good… uh,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. Her inner muscles throbbed around him, her thighs trembling as her slick heat clenched tight on his finger, refusing to let him go.
A dark smirk curved his lips. Now he wouldn’t stop, not even if the world burned down around them. He began pumping his finger deep inside her warm, tight core, his thumb brushing over her c**t in slow, deliberate circles. She bucked her hips forward, moaning loud and desperate.
“More… Killian… please… ahh…”
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