Rae’s POVKillian stayed buried inside me for what felt like forever — long after the last tremor faded, long after our breathing slowed from ragged gasps to soft, shared sighs. His forehead rested against mine, sweat-damp hair sticking to my skin, chest rising and falling in time with my own. I could feel every tiny aftershock: the faint twitch of his cock still deep inside, the warmth of his release slowly seeping out around him, the gentle flutter of my walls trying to hold him even as my body relaxed.He didn’t speak at first. Just kissed me — slow, reverent — lips brushing my eyelids, my cheeks, the corner of my mouth, tasting the salt of my tears. His hand stroked my hair back from my face, thumb tracing the line of my jaw like I was something fragile and infinitely precious.When he finally eased out, we both made the same small, involuntary sound — a soft, shared whimper at the loss. Slick warmth followed, trickling down my thighs in slow, sticky trails. He kissed my temple
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