Rae’s POVThe room was nothing but heat and heartbeat and the low hum of the TV we’d long forgotten. I was trembling on his lap, thighs clamped around his hips, lace soaked through, every roll of my hips dragging my clit over the thick ridge of his cock. Killian’s hands were iron on my ass, guiding me, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers, he was holding on by a thread.I wanted that thread to snap.I slid one hand down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his T-shirt, until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants. My fingers brushed the hot, hard length straining beneath the fabric and he hissed, hips jerking up into my touch.“Rae…” My name was a warning and a prayer.I smiled, small, wicked, and rubbed him slowly through the cotton, tracing the shape of him with my palm. Up, down, pressing harder when I reached the head, feeling the wet spot already forming. His head fell back against the couch, throat working on a groan.“Fuck, baby.”Emboldened, I slipped off his l
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