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wrong!” he roared.
    My hearing buzzed.
    “I never stopped lovin’ you, Kenna! Fuck! I was out of my mind when I felt…you were gone ! My heart was dead the moment I felt that last blast! You weren’t here anymore! I don’t know where you went, but you weren’t here with me! I was ready to die , woman!”
    “Then, why did you leave me?” I spit.
    “I was scared that I’d hurt you, that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself—”
    “I needed to feel you!”
    “You needed to heal!”
    “I needed your strength! Your love! And you took that away from me!”
    He bit his lip so hard that blood welled and stained his pretty mouth red. “I know. I didn’t know what else to do, Kenna. I was so scared, and it wasn’t until…I know I did wrong. I know that. I don’t… I love you , Kenna. I love you more than it should be possible!”
    Bending over, I brushed my mouth against his, tasting the blood. “I forgive you,” I whispered.
    “I never wanted to make you feel like that,” he softly told me. “I was stupid.”
    “No. Just scared.”
    “Scared stupid then.”
    I smiled. “If you insist.”
    He nodded and licked the rest of the blood off his lip. “Don’t stop.”
    “Just getting started,” I assured him.
    Kissing him deeply, I sucked on his wounded lip before pressing my lips to his chin. Slowly, I went down his neck, his chest, his stomach. Abs rippled as his skin flushed with goose bumps. His breath hitched, and what a sweet sound it was.
    Bright afternoon sunlight poured into the bedroom, and it felt so strange to do this to him with the luminous golden glow showcasing him. How enchanting, that he was so comfortable like this with me.
    “Tell me…did you let anyone else have what’s mine?” I asked, knowing he hadn’t.
    That shit with Koko had been repeatedly replaying itself in my head. He’d made it obvious he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching him.
    “Fuck no!” he snarled.
    I rewarded him with a long, slow lick up the length of him, from base to weeping head. Salty clear fluid spread over my tongue, and I had to close my eyes and savor it. I’d missed his flavor.
    “You taste so good, babe,” I told him.
    “It felt good,” he whispered. “Fuck, I missed you. I was so fuckin’ lost without you. I felt… broken. You were there, within reach but so fuckin’ far away.”
    Grasping him, I sucked the head of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. My hand slipped between my legs, and I lubed my fingers up with myself. As I took him to the root, I wiggled my wet fingers into his crack, finding his tight ring of muscle, rubbing and pressing.
    “ Fuck …fuck, Kenna…” he moaned, making me tingle everywhere.
    Inching my way inside, I sucked him hard. Phil started to tremble, sweat slicking his body. Thrusting his hips, writhing, he gasped and groaned, and— fuck me —it was beautiful to witness. His anus pulsed faintly, and I knew he was toeing the edge.
    “Baby…oh God!” he cried.
    He was a nerve ending away from an explosion when I pulled out my finger and drew my mouth up to the tip. Flicking it once with my tongue, I pulled off completely and shimmied off the bed.
    “Fuck!” he screamed. “Don’t stop!”
    Ignoring him, I sauntered into the bathroom to scrub my hands and smirk at my reflection in the mirror.
    “KENNA!” he roared.
    My, I loved the sound of it.
    Emerging back into the bright bedroom, with the sight of Phil’s bronzed body blazing in the sunlight, I couldn’t help but smile. Poor man, he was being tortured. His cock looked close to erupting, red and purple, the veins bulging.
    “Turn over,” I commanded. “It’s ass-beatin’ time.”
    “Kenna, I can’t—”
    “What’s our word, babe?”
    “Kashmir!” he barked.
    “Are you calling Kashmir on me?”
    “No!”
    “Good. Turn over.”
    Phil’s chest shuddered with his awesome breaths, his body strung up tight. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself,