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positioned the chair where he’d have no trouble reaching her. With one chore out of the way, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.
    “Oh God,” Arbor said, sounding breathless. He kept his knowing smile to himself. The mirror in his house worked fine. Killian knew what she was seeing. The tattoos covering his upper torso and pierced nipples were an everyday sight as far as he was concerned.
    “You’re not in position,” he reminded her.
    He was on her the moment she did as he bade. The muscles in his chest twitched. His erection bordered on painful. Arbor was soaking wet. Her tight heat squeezed his fingers as he buried them inside her. There was no pity in his heart. Her feminine salt coated his tongue. He was relentless in his attack. With his ass firmly planted on the chair, he gripped her hips between his hands, eating at her greedy cunt and ass. She was delicious. The sounds Arbor made as she rocked back against him drove him insane. He wanted to be inside her. When the first spasm hit, Killian shot to his feet, tearing at the button on his jeans. Even though his motions appeared frantic, even to him, he was in control. Thankfully, he had a penchant for carrying condoms in his wallet. In no time, he was suited up. They were pointless, but Arbor didn’t realize it yet. Showing the same lack of mercy he had in eating her pussy, he entered her in one swift motion, growling as her channel stretched wide. At the sound, Arbor moaned. He locked his back teeth together to keep from exploding right then. She tested him unlike anyone. He could barely breathe. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, rushing to his lips. Left with no choice, he bit them back…for now. Instead, he focused on what he could control.
    “Damn, Arbor. You feel amazing on my dick. Your pussy tugs at me, wanting more. It’s hot as hell.”
    The heavy weight of his balls and the pressure climbing up his shaft spoke volumes about how close he was to orgasm. He refused. Pleasure wasn’t enough. Killian wanted to feel her cunt milking him as she came. Rolling his hips, he pumped against her while toying with the puckered strawberry that was still wet with his saliva.
    “Play with yourself, Arbor. Come on, baby. Get your fingers in there. I know your clit is begging for it.” Going down on one elbow, she reached between her legs. The sight was damn sexy. At the first brush of her tiny bud, her walls tightened around him, making him gasp. Shit. He wasn’t sure he could hang on. In an attempt at pushing her over the edge, he pressed past the tight ring of muscles of her asshole, dipping inside. She cried out. Her muscles drew taut. His knees weakened, forcing him to lock them or fall. When her orgasm hit, the pulsations milked him into a blinding explosion. His eyes fell closed. Lights popped across his vision. As he collapsed on top of her, squashing her into the mattress, Killian swore his brain disconnected from reality. He saw heaven. Arbor was as close as he’d ever be to that holy place.
    Arbor’s body hummed with joy. Killian was everything he had promised and then some. The image of him settling on the edge of the chair behind her, ready to eat her, would be forever seared into her brain. Sleek muscles, tattoos, and a balled up t-shirt on his knee. His wicked eyes. Damn. It was all right there, making her channel pulse with aftershocks. Those muscles were now pillowing her head. His scent, like spicy chocolate, surrounded her. He could ruin a woman. Killian was a top ten bucket list check mark for every woman. If she never slept or ate again, she’d be fine as long as she had this. In the aftermath of him, she felt invincible. His lips touched her forehead. Monstrous need clawed at her insides. Arbor stamped it down. Killian made her a bit insane with want. It was unhealthy.
    “How did you end up inside Club Exile?”
    Arbor toyed with his fingers, avoiding his gaze. Even though she was thankful for anything to concentrate on other