The second wave hit harder than the first.
I woke to the feeling of Kai’s mouth on my throat and his fingers already sliding between my legs. The room was dim, heavy curtains blocking most of the daylight. My body was on fire again—skin too tight, core aching and empty even though I could still feel the evidence of him from earlier leaking down my thighs.
“Easy,” he murmured against my pulse. “I’ve got you.”
He didn’t make me wait. He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pushed inside in one smooth thrust. I was still slick and open from the last knotting; the stretch was easier this time but no less overwhelming. Kai set a deep, steady rhythm, one hand braced beside my head, the other reaching under me to rub tight circles over my c**t.
“Still so f*****g wet,” he growled.
