Chapter 11

11

Kinsley couldn’t imagine the strength it took for Daegan to go through with that. Grief was something she knew too well; it wasn’t something she had expected him to feel so deeply, too.

“Feel better?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“Much better,” Daegan replied, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you for being here with me.”

Kinsley squeezed his hand, a warm smile on her face. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

In comfortable silence, they watched the flames dance and the embers float into the night sky. The crackling of the fire and the distant sounds of the evening created a soothing symphony. In that moment, everything felt right in the world. She rested her head on his shoulder, content in a way she never knew she could be.

That was until Kinsley felt a raindrop. “Seems like the rain is joining us.” She put up her hand to shield her eyes as it began pelting down.

“I forgot all about it!” Daegan laughed as he grabbed her arm to help her up. “The house is at least a five-minute jog away. Let’s get to the barn.” He grabbed the blanket and held it over them.

The lingering light of the bonfire lit their path enough for them to race to the old barn in the deepening dark. The worn wooden doors gave a gritty creak when Daegan pushed them open. A bolt of lightning came down nearby, rushing them inside.

“Do you think it’ll let up?” Kinsley asked as Daegan shut the door behind them.

“Yeah, just give it a little while.”

“So you did want to get me all alone again,” she teased.

Daegan locked eyes with her. “Yeah, I just had to call in a favor with Mother Nature first. Aunt Tilly knows her,” he joked.

They broke out in a laugh.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” she added.

“Me neither,” he agreed. His hand found hers, effortlessly linking their fingers together. His warm touch sent a wave of awareness through her. His other hand felt around the wall. “I know there’s a switch here somewhere.”

A moment later, dim lights flicked on around the barn.

“Let’s go up to the hayloft.” Excitement danced in his voice, like a child eager to play with their new toy.

“The loft?” she questioned.

“We can sit there and open the hayloft door to let in some air and watch the storm. Hopefully, the rain won’t blow in. Apart from that,” he shot her a glance, “it will be nice.”

The ladder creaked under their weight, each step echoing in the quiet space. The hayloft smelled of dried straw and aged wood, the scent blending with the damp air wafting in from the open door just below the roof. A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the space, followed by the low rumble of thunder. Here, in the loft, it felt like they were suspended between worlds—sheltered from the chaos outside, yet on the verge of something equally tempestuous.

Daegan spread out the blanket he brought along to make it more comfortable. The cool breeze was pleasant. Luckily, the rain wasn’t blowing in for now.

A deluge hammered against the barn roof like a frantic drummer, each drop echoing in the cavernous space. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the hayloft in brief, pale flashes.

“I’ve never experienced anything quite like this before,” Kinsley whispered as he sat down next to her. Their bonfire, a short distance away, had been extinguished by the rain.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Storms can be something special. Well, when you’re outside of it—maybe not if we were outside right now getting pelted by the rain.” He laughed as his arm stretched around Kinsley, settling on her waist.

The storm outside was fierce, yet here, with Daegan beside her, she felt a strange sense of calm. The barn’s sturdy walls offered a quiet intimacy that wrapped around them. The air was heavy with the promise of something unspoken, waiting to be realized.

“So we’re good, right?” Kinsley asked. She couldn’t help it. After everything, she needed his reassurance as much as she needed him.

Daegan leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on her soft hair. “We’re more than good, Kins.” His fingers tightened their grip on her.

Her heart raced—a common occurrence when she was around him. The cool air washed over them, but it did nothing to temper the warmth spreading through her.

Breath hitching, she sank into his side, her hand brushing his leg as if testing the space between them. His hand moved quickly to cover hers, his grip firm and steady. She let her fingers trace the fabric of his jeans, feeling the tension in his muscles, the quiet strength Daegan hid beneath the surface. When she looked up at him, her eyes darted to his lips. She needed to know that the other night truly wasn’t a mistake, that he didn’t regret a single moment.

Daegan’s fingers brushed her cheek, his touch gentle, as if testing the waters. He slid his hand under her chin, his thumb tracing her jawline in a slow, deliberate stroke. It sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes darted to his. When he tilted her chin up, his movements were unhurried, as if he was savoring her anticipation.

The rain outside softened to a murmur as the world narrowed to just the heat of his gaze. His lips met hers in a kiss that was tender and all-consuming, his hand firm but careful as it cradled her jaw. Kinsley melted into it, gripping onto his shirt as if he were the only anchor in the storm. The kiss deepened, a slow, methodical dance that ignited every nerve ending.

When they finally parted, her breath came in soft, shallow gasps that left her heart hammering in her chest. She looked up at him, her lips tingling and swollen from his work. He didn’t look out of breath at all; he looked ready.

“I think the rain is stopping already,” Daegan murmured, though his hand didn’t move from her jaw. His words were hesitant as his thumb traced her reddened lips in a path that left her tingling. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, but his touch didn’t leave her. It was as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“That’s it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t ready for the moment to end, not when her skin still burned from his touch.

“Well, I need to leave something for you to look forward to tonight,” he laughed. His tone was teasing, but the way his hand lingered on her waist betrayed him.

Kinsley’s lips curled into a determined smile, her eyes locking onto his as she swung her leg over him. In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap. Her knees pressed into the hay beneath the blanket, grounding her. As she leaned forward, her hands flattened against his chest. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“It’s already tonight,” she said, her words a challenge wrapped in a promise. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingers splaying against the warmth of his skin. When she leaned in, her lips brushed his in a whisper of a kiss. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, to see her own desire mirrored within him. “I need this moment to last,” she whispered against his lips. The storm outside had quieted, but the storm inside her was only beginning. As his hands slid to her waist, grounding her, the sound of the gentle rain faded into the background, leaving only the electricity between them.

Daegan smiled at her, allowing his eyes to absorb the beautiful scene in front of him. The candy-like scent of Kinsley’s perfume mixed with the lingering rain in the air. Although Daegan didn’t remember when he’d done it, his hands were holding onto her ass.

When her lips met his again, they parted, allowing their tongues to slowly dance. The kisses grew deep, as their lips expressed the feelings they dared not yet share. His hands gave her ass a soft squeeze, and Kinsley moaned into his mouth. He was going to get hard just from this.

Daegan lifted a hand to brush her hair away from her eyes. “We should really head back in, Kins,” he murmured, though he made no move to do so.

“But we have privacy out here.” Kinsley’s fingers brushed his, a silent invitation to forget the world outside a while longer.

“Here? On the hay?”

Kinsley reached into his back pocket, her fingers brushing against him as she retrieved the condom. “Don’t act like you weren’t prepared,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. Her fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt. When she pulled it up, he didn’t fight it.

He chuckled, a smirk on his face as she tossed it aside. “I have to be when I’m around you.” His hands eased under her top, gently rubbing her back. His fingers were steady as they worked the clasp of her bra free.

Daegan’s hands explored Kinsley’s curves, his fingers instinctively memorizing the contours of her body. Yet, even as her warmth seeped into him, he felt the pull of something deeper—something more profound than desire. Her presence wasn’t just intoxicating; it was grounding, like the quiet after a storm.

She let out a light breath, daring him for more as her hand rubbed down his arm, outlining the curve of each muscle with a sly grin.

Leaning forward, Daegan planted a soft kiss on her lips. The heat of her body was wrapping around him like a blanket. His mind raced with the realization that this was more than just passion—he needed to be closer to her in every way that mattered. Without his walls to keep her out, he could finally pull her in.

When he leaned back in for another kiss, a connection struck that unraveled the knots around his heart. Kinsley’s fingers slipped into his hair, sending shivers down his neck. She tugged gently, her lips curving into a smile against his as if daring him to lose control. Dipping her back, Daegan deepened the kiss with his tongue, savoring every second like it might be the last. His hands roamed up her back, rediscovering the warmth of her skin and the soft curve of her shoulder blades.

When the need to breathe was too much, Daegan rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t know how you do this to me,” he murmured over a low roll of thunder in the distance.

“I want more,” she pleaded softly.

“More? More kisses?” he teased, his hand making its way under her shirt again, toying with her flesh.

“Everything,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she grinded her hips down into his.

Daegan had to bite back a groan. “Everything is a lot.” His hand cupped the weight of her right breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

Daegan could feel her breathing quicken as she trembled in his arms.

“You really want this to happen here?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes searched hers, needing to be sure. “On a pile of hay?”

“There’s a blanket down,” Kinsley insisted. “Would you rather risk getting caught in the house by your mom? Or worse…Aunt Tilly?”

“You’re right,” he laughed, “Aunt Tilly would know for sure. But we don’t need to worry about her out here—she won’t leave the house after dark because she thinks the spirits will want to talk to her more. So I guess we’re safe.”

Kinsley’s lips curved into a tantalizing smile. Without hesitation, his mouth crashed into hers. She moved her arm under his shirt, her nails tickling his abs. As he ran his hand carefully between her breasts, her breath hitched. For a moment, she seemed frozen as Daegan tugged at her shirt, breaking apart their kiss to remove it. He tossed her shirt and bra aside on the blanket.

“Let’s get this off you,” she suggested, fingers tugging at the denim of his jeans.

“Slow down there, cowgirl,” Daegan laughed. Cupping her chin in his hand, he tilted her gaze up to meet his own. The intensity he found there made Daegan’s chest tighten. Her touch sent heat curling up his spine, but it was the unguarded way she leaned into him, completely at ease, that left him breathless.

His pulse quickened, pounding in his chest like a warning, or a promise. The flicker of the barn’s dim bulbs played across her face, softening her features. Kinsley wasn’t just temptation; she was gravity, pulling him to new depths.

The thought of opening his heart to love once more was both exhilarating and terrifying. But as he held Kinsley close, their bodies in perfect harmony, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was the one who could show him that love was worth the risk. But was he really doing right by her in return?

“Kins,” he whispered. “I’ve allowed the professional lines between us to blur, and you deserve so much better than that.” The words left his mouth, yet he pulled her closer into his chest, making no effort to stop this moment.

She stiffened in his arms. “What are you trying to say?” Her voice was soft.

“That I shouldn’t have allowed this to happen—I’m your boss. It isn’t right.” Though even as he said it, he still held on to her tight. It had already happened—that couldn’t be changed. He didn’t want it to.

She didn’t say anything, though her breathing grew shorter, more jagged.

He continued with a small chuckle, “You have no idea how much I came for you the other night. If it wasn’t for that condom, my personal assistant would have been walking around work yesterday with the CEO’s cum soaking through her panties. That just isn’t right in a professional relationship.”

“Then why did it feel right?” Her warm breath on his chest mixed with the cool breeze like fire and ice. Her fingers trailed absently along his collarbone, feather-light, yet grounding. “If it isn’t right, why did it feel so perfect?”

“Because maybe we are what feels right,” Daegan admitted. Her body against his. His hands protectively holding her close. Every little touch—little kiss. Nothing had ever felt so perfect. “Maybe we’re what’s right.”

She looked up at him, a sparkle in her blue eyes, daring him to prove it.

“I want to make love to you tonight,” he whispered, kissing from her earlobe along her jawline until he stopped at her lips. The phrase was heavy, but just the right weight for how he felt.

“Please, I want you to.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she ran her hands through his hair, sending tingles down his body. He felt his jeans grow tighter as his eyes met hers.

Daegan poured all of his unspoken emotions into their next kiss. He needed her to feel the depth of his affection, the intensity of his desire, and the promise of something more.

As Daegan held Kinsley close, her heartbeat steady against his chest, the weight of the past seemed to lift. He was free. Gazing into her eyes, he saw a future filled with endless possibilities, a love that could weather any storm and emerge stronger than ever.

Kinsley’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her pulse hammering in her ears like a distant drumbeat. Her skin prickled with heat as anticipation tightened in her belly, each second stretching impossibly long.

His hand brushed her nipple, causing her to tremble as he gave it a gentle squeeze.

As his hand left her flesh, the cool air in the loft rushed in, sending a shiver down her spine. She ached for him, longing to be enveloped once more by his strong hands and the heat radiating from his body.

“Lay down,” he instructed. Gripping her hips, he moved her from his lap to the blanket. “I’ll help you with these,” he said as he pulled her jeans off, revealing blue panties. He bent over and kissed the silky material again and again. Leaving a trail of them up her stomach, Daegan took a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

Kinsley gasped, arching her back. The hay bunched beneath her. She ran her nails gently up Daegan’s back, trying to take in every second of this experience. As Daegan’s other hand played with her opposite nipple, Kinsley could feel his hard erection pressing against her thigh through his jeans.

He pulled out of another kiss only to concentrate on the fight against his pants. Kinsley’s eyes widened when his boxers went over his hips along with them. His long, thick cock was proud and stiff in the dim barn lights, just for her. Even though she was still sore from the last time, she craved him again.

Daegan’s fingers traced the edges of her panties, and his achingly slow touch made her tremble. Her body arched, begging him to go further, but he was taking his time. The deliberate pace left her breathless.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Kinsley whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and longing.

Daegan’s lips curved as he looked up at her, his brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

As his fingers brushed over her panties again, a fire deep within her began to grow. He pushed her legs farther apart and settled between them, anticipation making her moan. Pulling her panties to the side, Daegan groaned, his fingers tracing her labia and barely caressing her entrance. When he finally, slowly pushed two fingers inside her, she clenched around them with a whine.

“You’re so wet, Kins,” he whispered through heavy breathing bordering a pant. He pulled his fingers out to spread her own arousal over her clit, paying it the gentle, delicate attention it desired. The hay beneath Kinsley pricked through the blanket at her bare skin when her back arched off it, grounding her in the moment even as Daegan’s touch sent her soaring.

Kinsley’s lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as he left her speechless. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, grasping for an anchor even as her body begged for more. Kinsley agreed, they felt right.

Daegan only pulled back to roll on the condom as he watched her with darkened eyes. A smoldering intensity burned with an unspoken hunger as she watched him too; it left her aching to be touched. The hunger in his eyes was like a lion stalking his prey. But this time, she wasn’t afraid. She lay before Daegan just as hungry for him.

A subtle, seductive curl of his lips made her stomach flutter with barely restrained desire as he settled between her thighs. His cock brushed her clit through the smooth silk, sending a spark of electricity through her nerves.

He didn’t make an effort to remove her panties. Instead, he pushed them aside to reveal her pussy again. In a swift motion, he leaned forward, teasing the head of his cock against her center. Her legs trembled when Daegan wrapped his fingers under them, holding her apart for him.

“Did it hurt last time?” he asked, concerned.

“Yeah.” Kinsley couldn’t lie.

“But you want more already?” There was a laugh in his voice as his thumb flicked her clitoris, the head of his cock teasing her opening with the barest push. Not even the tip, not yet. “Are you sure?”

“I need it,” she begged. She wanted to feel him fill her up, feel his hands on her body, earn the pleasure that only he could give her.

“One rule,” he pulled his hands away to lean over her and place a lingering kiss on her lips. “I’m still in control. I get to have my way with you.” She could feel a smile pulling across his lips.

“I want to feel you make me yours,” she breathed, her voice trembling. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pulled him into a deeper kiss. Her hand drifted lower, following the tantalizing trail farther down. She ached to feel those steely abs clenching beneath her as he drove into her with wild abandon.

When he pulled back to look at her, his gaze was dark with desire, and even mischief. “I will,” he promised, his voice a low, sensual rumble that made her shiver. Slowly, deliberately, he wet his lips, drawing her attention to the sensual curve of his mouth. “If I lick it, it’s mine, right?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face, full of sinful promise.

He didn’t hesitate. Moving down between her legs, he placed a gentle kiss on her soaked panties. The warmth of his lips sucked at her teasingly through the fabric, drawing out a whine.

Her legs fell to the sides, as if welcoming him home. She wanted to beg him to get them off—rip them off if he wanted. But he took his time, planting a lingering kiss on each thigh before returning to her pussy.

Daegan’s eyes locked onto hers, and the intensity of his gaze made her breath catch in her throat. “You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, a gentle yet unmistakable command. His breath tickled her ear when he leaned in closer. “I said,” he repeated, each word a stern, delicious caress, “if I lick it, it’s mine. Right?”

It was a silent dare, a tender challenge. He was inviting her to surrender to him, but with a gentleness that promised he would cherish her completely.

Kinsley’s pulse raced under the heat of his stare, her body trembling with a heady mix of nervousness and raw, aching need. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she tried to form words.

“Yes,” she breathed at last, the single syllable falling from her lips like a prayer. “Yes, it’s yours.” The words fumbled out of her mouth. Her voice was barely above a whisper as the declaration sent a shiver of exquisite surrender down her spine, a feeling of rightness settling deep in her bones. This was where she was meant to be.

Daegan was right. The professional line between them was beyond blurred; it was completely erased. What they were doing was inappropriate. It was wrong. He was the CEO, and she was his personal assistant. But them—the people behind the titles—Kinsley and Daegan? They were just right.

She reached out with shaking fingers to brush his jaw, marveling at the permission she had to touch him freely, to stake her own claim. “All of me,” she whispered, holding his smoldering gaze with her own. “I’m yours.”

The words were more than mere consent. They were a vow, sacred and unbreakable. She was giving him her trust, her loyalty, her fiercely beating heart, every flaw and imperfection; she knew every piece would be cherished and protected in his capable hands.

The scent of his cologne filled her senses as his lips brushed her forehead. “I’m going to take such good care of you,” he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble that wrapped around her like a warm embrace. All of the commanding power of his voice had been gentled to a reverent whisper by the depth of his devotion to her.

His fingers hooked into the delicate lace of her panties slowly, teasingly dragging them down her legs. Kinsley’s breath hitched as the cool air kissed her newly bared skin. Anticipation coiled tight in her belly. Daegan tossed them aside and traced a path back up her thighs. His warm hands slid beneath her thighs. Lifting them up, he parted them until she was exposed to his hungry gaze.

She could feel the heat of his breath lingering over her sensitive flesh and it made her ache, every nerve ending crying out. When he finally lapped at her folds, it was electric, a slow, deliberate stroke that set her blood on fire. His tongue delved in her, gathering her arousal before circling her entrance in a maddening caress.

Kinsley’s hips bucked, craving more. Daegan gave her what she asked for by pressing a finger deep inside her. She could feel her pussy clenching around him. He pumped it slowly, curling and stroking until stars burst behind her eyelids. His eager tongue continued to paint delicate patterns around her clit.

It was a blissful torment—everything she’d ever wanted and yet not nearly enough. Her back arched as he added a second finger, stretching her deliciously. There was a spark of pain, yet she craved that fullness that only he could give. She grabbed a handful of the blanket with one hand, and tangled his hair in the other. Holding him to her, silently demanding more.

He obliged. Lips closing around her clit, Daegan gently suckled as his fingers moved faster, harder, driving her toward the pinnacle. He feasted on her like a man starved, his groans of satisfaction vibrating against her clit.

Body drawn bowstring-tight, Kinsley was climbing higher and higher, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level. Her thighs began to shake, breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

But it wasn’t enough. Even as her body screamed for release, her heart craved a deeper connection. She needed him with her in this moment.

“Daegan,” she moaned, his name a prayer and a plea on her lips. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently, urging him up even as her hips chased his retreating mouth. “Please, I need...”

Finally, Daegan’s eyes met hers, dark with desire and shining with a love so profound it stole her breath. That was what she needed, and she knew he understood. With a wicked laugh, he groaned into her pussy and continued to claim her.

Lost in a haze of total bliss, Kinsley rocked her hips against Daegan’s eager mouth. Each swirl of his tongue and deliberate stroke of his thumb fanned the flames, ecstasy climbing ever higher inside her.

Daegan groaned low in his throat as he savored the exquisite taste of Kinsley on his tongue. She was a divine nectar that he couldn’t get enough of. Each silken drop sent shockwaves of want pulsing through his cock. He lapped at her eagerly, hungrily, driven by a primal need to coax more urgent cries of pleasure from her lips. Her hips rocked against his mouth in a delicious, maddening rhythm, each sinuous roll an unspoken plea for more that he was desperate to answer.

Her fingers were clenching in his hair, tugging mindlessly as she lost herself to the sensations he was giving her. The little stings of pain only fueled his own desire. He was unraveling her with every deliberate swirl of his tongue. Pride and possessiveness surged through him; only he could drive her to become this needy, desperate vixen. He wanted nothing more than to spend hours worshiping at her altar, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her until she was spent.

Daegan didn’t lift his head from between Kinsley’s thighs until she’d cried out her release. Thighs trembling, she laughed deliriously as he fingered her through it. His breath came in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control, nearly coming himself against her thigh at the sight of her, the sounds she made. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue, a heady elixir more intoxicating than the finest wine, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to dive back in. She was sore, he reminded himself as he gentled the thrusts of his hand. But as he met her gaze, he saw reflected the same overwhelming need, the same craving for closeness, that thundered through his own blood. More than that, he saw the trust. This woman— this incredible, passionate, generous woman—had given herself to him, had placed her pleasure and her heart in his hands without reservation. And in that moment, as he held her gaze, he knew that he would spend the rest of his life striving to be worthy of such a precious gift.

Kinsley’s gaze was locked with his, unguarded desire tangling with the pure, stunning adoration she saw reflected there as she rode out the ecstasy he had given her. She could taste herself on his lips when Daegan kissed her. His fingers started stroking that spot inside her once again, relentless as he moaned her name against her lips. A second climax crashed over her in the tidal wave of the first, every nerve ending igniting in a blaze of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

She cried out into the kiss, her body going rigid and then shuddering uncontrollably as ecstasy pulsed through her, unrelenting. It seemed to go on forever. Peak after mind-bending peak, he kept stroking that spot and begging her to keep going, shattering her and remaking her anew. As Daegan held her close, his touch gentled, soothing somehow while he wrung every last aftershock from her quaking body.

His hand did not withdraw from her until the last peak eased and quieted, leaving Kinsley limp in its wake. She felt weightless, untethered, drifting in a haze of bliss and profound emotional connection. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from an overwhelming feeling of joy, a sense of rightness and completion that she’d never known.

Daegan cradled her against his chest, peppering her face with reverent kisses. She could feel the thundering of his heartbeat beneath her cheek as small tremors ran through her; it made her own heart swell with tenderness. This, she realized, was more than just physical gratification. It was a meeting of souls, a merging of two hearts into one.

In that perfect, shining moment, with Daegan’s desire and adoration wrapped around her like a warm blanket, Kinsley felt cherished, worshipped, utterly consumed in the best possible way. She knew, with an unwavering certainty, that this was only the beginning.

As their lips embraced, his cock rubbed across her pussy. When she spread her legs wider for him, she felt it twitch between her thighs as Daegan groaned into their kiss. She keened when he finally began to slowly push inside.

The stretch of him at her opening was still so tight, but the deeper he went the better it felt. Better prepared this time and hungrier for his cock than before, somehow it felt even better when he pulled out and pushed back in. “Fuck, Kins,” he quivered through jagged breathing. His strokes were getting longer, though he still kept them slow.

She tightened around him with each thrust as his fingertips somehow found their way back to her nipples, which burned with desire for his touch. The still-hot embers of her fading orgasm were catching fire all over again.

As he bottomed out inside of Kinsley, he claimed her lips once again. She trembled with passion as she whispered, “You feel so good inside of me, Daegan.”

The moment felt so surreal, Daegan wanted to question his reality. “You feel so good wrapped around me, Kinsley,” he whispered in her ear between quick kisses on her neck. “Like we were made to fit together.”

The only regret in this moment was that Daegan wasn’t taking as much time with her as he would have liked. Her pussy gripped around his cock like a glove. The perfect fit. She was the perfect fit for him. She was his desire. He was ready for her —for Kinsley.

“Do you think you will able to come again—so soon?” he asked.

She nodded, reaching a hand out to hold onto him by the shoulders.

With each slow, purposeful thrust, Kinsley grew tighter as her inner walls began to shudder. He watched as her glistening wetness coated him every time he withdrew, before plunging deep inside her welcoming warmth again and again. Daegan could hear Kinsley’s breathing quicken, as her hips rolled and bucked against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal fervor.

Soft, breathy moans escaped her parted lips before she bit them back, stifling her cries of bliss as their bodies collided again and again. Daegan gazed down at Kinsley, drinking in the sight of her beautiful face etched with rapture. Overcome with desire, his thrusts grew more forceful and urgent. He couldn’t help it. The exquisite sensation of her tight, hungry pussy enveloping him so perfectly refused to let him last.

In this moment, nothing else mattered. Not the past or the future, only the two moving together in pursuit of the ultimate pleasure. Daegan knew with a bone-deep certainty that this was meant to be. He wanted Kinsley above all else, longed to lose himself inside her and never emerge.

She tightened around him, her inner muscles fluttering and clenching as her climax neared. Determined to bring her over the edge with him, Daegan adjusted the angle of his hips. Driving into her again and again, stroking that spot deep inside that made her tremble and scream. “Daegan!” Her cries of passion echoed through the loft. The sound of his name on her lips only spurred him on, but he refused to go before she did.

“Finish with me, baby?” he asked, voice raw. His fingers trailed down her flesh until they reached her sensitive clit.

“Please,” her weak voice trembled, begging him as his thumb aided in her climb to the peak.

The sounds of their bodies meeting echoed off the old wood as the structure below them gave a resounding creak. His thighs tensed as his cock stirred inside of her. He could feel her pussy getting even tighter around him as she keened. Eagerly, he rubbed her clit, keeping her on the edge as his own breath quickened, so close to falling over after her.

“Daegan, I can’t stop—” she started to say before Daegan felt her constrict around him so much he could barely move.

“Come for me,” he demanded, reaching his own limit.

With one last powerful thrust, they shattered in unison. Kinsley arched beneath him as she rode wave after wave of pure bliss. Her pussy spasmed almost violently around Daegan’s pulsing cock as he came hard with a hoarse shout, her rippling inner walls milking him for every last drop. For a long moment, there was only their pleasure, bright and all-consuming.

Slowly, they drifted back down to earth. Hearts hammering in sync, they clung to each other, loathe to let it end. Daegan rained gentle kisses over Kinsley’s face, tasting the salt of her skin.

It was long time before their breathing steadied amid the aftermath of their passion. Daegan was blissfully spent. Kinsley was barely awake beside him, her smile pure contentment.