I was breathless. The friction of the pillow, of Khell's cock inside of me, of the tug and jostle on my legs and shoulders, all a constant reminder that I was at Khell's mercy.

But he was merciful. Khell was kind and careful even as he was fucking me so hard it made my brain rattle in my skull.

There was pressure on top of me, tension in my legs enough to burn, and then slow, wet kisses traveled down my spine, proving my point. Khell lifted away before the position hurt, his hands stroking up and down my arms in a leisurely echo of the fucking he was giving me.

I missed his face, but maybe it was better this way. He couldn't see my eyes watering as I thought about this day, this week ending. He could hear my moans and only know that they were from pleasure, and not also the ache building in my chest. The strange tangle of relief at his touching me, combined with the rising sorrow of knowing that touch was going to be stolen away soon.

"Don't stop," I said, probably for the thousandth time that day.

Khell huffed a ragged sound behind me, his hands moving to clasp my waist, to draw me back onto his cock. My cheek was pressed against the tangled sheet. My swollen, sensitive nipples crushed and rubbing into the mattress, my clit against the pillow. The cuff rattled and slid against the bar with each of my breaths and each of Khell's steady snaps of his hips, just rough enough to clap inside of me but not enough to sting.

I love you, I thought, which was the most absurdly sex-addled thing that I could've come up with. I didn't know Khell. And in spite of the ledger of sexual fantasies I'd handed over to him and MSA, and the confessions I'd offered in the den, Khell didn't really know me either.

"Come for me, petal," Khell growled behind me.

From any other man, the words would've been useless. But Khell had memorized my body and its responses. He shifted up onto his knees slightly, stav stroking against my front walls, and I released a low cry into the bed beneath me as I started to shake.

Every time I thought I was too tired, too used up to enjoy an orgasm, Khell proved me wrong. Warmth sizzled through me, centering at my cunt and flaring slowly out in pulses of heat and syrupy satisfaction. His snarls of relief joined my panting whines, our bodies working together, trying to find new depths for him to plunge, a way for our skin to fuse together, our hearts to beat in union.