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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

I shifted our bodies so I could press inside her, but then I paused, absorbing the moment. Kiera’s breath quickened as she anxiously waited for me to move. Feeling the ache building, I rested my forehead against hers, letting everything about her fill me: her heart, her soul, her love, her compassion. How was I so lucky? How did I get her to love me so much? Was there anything else in my life that made me feel like she did? No…nothing even came close. Not being on a stage, not being on this tour, not hanging out with my friends, not even meeting my sister, and definitely not being contacted by…

No. Stop.

But it was too late, the pain had leeched in. He doesn’t matter. Kiera was the only thing that mattered—she would always be the only thing that mattered. Not meaning to, I vaguely confessed my swirling thoughts. “Nothing…compares to this…” And nothing ever would.

Needing to reset my mind, I finally pushed into her. The explosion of pure bliss did the trick, and I was once again, fully in the moment. I dropped my head to Kiera’s shoulder as the euphoria overwhelmed me. She let out a strangled noise of restraint, trying to be silent. We slowly began to move together, but Kiera was like a coil of restless energy beneath me. I could feel her shaking, desperate to satisfy an ache she’d been holding onto for far too long. Much sooner than was typical for her, I could tell she was ready to let go but was stubbornly refusing to give in. Was she holding back for me? I didn’t want her to. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted to feel it, wanted to see it. Gently grabbing her cheek, I made her look at me. “Don’t… Let go…” She shook her head, and I leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry about me…let me give this to you…”

I pushed harder against her, and she lost the battle with her body. Her back arched as her walls clenched around me. She dug her fingers into my shoulder as she struggled to not make a sound. The look on her face as she lost herself in the ecstasy of it was…unbelievable. She’d never been more beautiful. And I’d never been so turned on. I didn’t want to come, didn’t want this to stop, but I desperately needed to now. “God, Kiera…God…that was…” That was too much. I need relief.