Se connecterKillian DavenportShe’s completely out.Elena’s body is limp against mine, breath soft and even against my neck. The bunny ears are crooked, the collar still fastened around her throat, and her skin is flushed and damp with sweat. I stay inside her for a few more seconds, just feeling the way she twitches faintly around me, before I carefully lift her off my lap.She makes a small protesting sound but doesn’t wake.I carry her upstairs. The candles have burned low, casting long shadows across the bedroom. I lay her on the bed and take my time removing everything—the ears, the collar, the last traces of the night. I dampen a warm cloth in the bathroom and clean her gently between her legs, then wipe the dried tears and mess from her face. She stirs once, lashes fluttering, but sinks back into sleep almost immediately.I pull the covers over her naked body and stand there for a moment, just looking at her.That was… a lot.I’ve never done anything like that with anyone before. The cont
Elena CarsonMy body is on fire.Every nerve ending feels raw and oversensitive. The vibrating egg is still pressed tight against my clit, sending steady pulses that make my thighs tremble even when I try to stay still. My nipples ache in the best and worst way. They’re pinched just tight enough that the slightest shift of the chain sends sharp sparks of need straight down between my legs. I’m light-headed, floating somewhere between the leftover alcohol and pure, overwhelming arousal. Thinking straight is almost impossible.Killian sits across from me, laptop open, looking completely composed. Every few moments his eyes lift and drag over the ears, collar, clamped nipples. Each time he looks, heat floods my face and my pussy clenches around nothing.I press my lips together hard, determined not to make a sound. Our eyes meet. The corner of his mouth curves into a small, satisfied smirk. He picks up the remote and presses something.The vibration jumps higher.A full-body shud
Killian DavenportI sit on the couch in the living room with my laptop open on my thighs.The soft glow of the screen is the only real light in the room. I’ve been scrolling through the resort’s activity page for the third time. Coastal walks, private boat rentals, a spa package I already know she’ll like. Anything to keep my mind busy. I glance at the time in the corner of the screen.12:47 a.m.Almost one.I told her to go. I pushed her to have fun. Still, an uneasy feeling has been sitting under my ribs for the last hour. I close the laptop, set it on the table, and grab my phone. I’m just going to check. Make sure she’s alright.The night air is cool when I step outside. Two figures are moving slowly along the path toward the villa. One is clearly supporting the other while also trying to carry a small black box.Melanie and Elena.Elena is staggering, her steps uneven. I reach them in a few long strides and immediately slide an arm around her waist, taking her weight.She loo
Elena CarsonI sit up on the bed, still breathing hard.My legs feel weak. The aftershocks of the orgasm are still fluttering low in my belly as I watch Killian disappear down the stairs. The candles around the room flicker softly. For a few seconds I just stay there, trying to catch my breath.When he doesn’t come back right away, I reach for my skirt and pull it on with slightly unsteady hands. Curiosity gets the better of me. I stand and walk quietly to the top of the stairs, peering down.Killian is standing at the open front door, talking to a woman.She’s wearing a sleek bikini under a long, transparent cover-up that does almost nothing to hide her body. Long blonde hair falls in soft waves down her back. She’s curvy, confident, and radiating the kind of mature, effortless sexiness that makes something insecure twist in my stomach. Their eyes meet something she says, and then she looks past him, straight up at me.She smiles.“There you are.”I suddenly feel underdressed and too
Elena CarsonKillian opens the passenger door for me. I step out into the warm evening air.The resort spreads out in front of us like something from a magazine. A large main hotel rises on one side, all clean lines and soft lighting. A wide pool cuts through the center of the property, turquoise water glowing under the string lights. Beyond it, a private stretch of beach meets the darkening ocean. Off to the right sits a smaller, secluded building, modern, elegant, with floor-to-ceiling windows on the upper level.Killian pulls both our bags from the trunk before I can reach for mine. He doesn’t let me carry anything. We start walking along the path. A few women are lounging by the pool in bikinis. Their long legs are stretched out and their bodies curved. Mature. Beautiful in that effortless way. Killian doesn’t glance at them even once, but the thought still slips in before I can stop it. Nora always said he dated older women. Women who looked like they belonged in places like
Killian DavenportI keep my arms around her for a long moment after the words leave my mouth.This is going to be the best weekend ever.I meant it. But the letters are still sitting on the bed beside us and I can’t stop thinking about them. She wrote those when she was thirteen. Fourteen. Careful words from a girl who never expected to be seen. I spent seven years building a life on another continent while she kept pieces of me in a box under her bed. The thought does something sharp and tender behind my ribs at the same time.I pull back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks are still flushed. Her eyes are a little glassy. I cup her face and kiss her again. She melts into it with a soft sound that settles low in my gut. My thumb strokes her cheek as I taste her. When I finally break the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers.“Those letters,” I murmur. “You had no idea what you were doing to me just now.”She gives a small, embarrassed laugh. “I can’t believe you actually read them
Elena CarsonIt’s been three days since Professor Davenport asked me to drop his class and I told him no.Three days of successfully avoiding him. Or maybe he’s been avoiding me. Either way, I haven’t seen him since that awkward confrontation in his office. But I hear his name everywhere I turn o
Elena Carson I don’t wait for him to say anything else before I walk out of his office. The door clicks shut behind me, and I keep walking, fast and angry. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. My cheeks are burning too and my hands won’t stop shaking. I just need to get the
Killian Davenport Of all the women in New York, why did it have to be Elena Carson who walked into my classroom?I lean against my desk, arms crossed, watching her stand awkwardly in the middle of the empty lecture hall. Messy bun, slightly wrinkled blouse, flushed cheeks. She looks like
Elena Carson KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. I jolt awake, heart pounding. Ow. My head is killing me. I rub my temples and slowly register that I’m on the floor of my room. Not my bed. My hair is stuck to my cheek and there’s a dull ache behind my eyes that makes even breathing feel like effort. Everyth







