Karys thought she was safe when she went to the bathroom, but as soon as she was there…she felt Mal’s hand on her shoulder. She already knew that he felt like, and she had only been with him the one time.
But the one time between them had been so intense. So amazing that Karys could not look him in the eye because he would know that she felt something and she should not feel anything for him. It was not okay, this was not supposed to happen.
They were not supposed to happen.
But he turned her around, and she looked up at him with the eyes that she knew he could easily decipher as her desire. He leaned down and kissed her, as she wrapped her arms about him hungrily. She wanted him, she wanted more of what she had had with him and clearly he wanted more of what they had had as he slipped her into the single-person bathroom.
The tiny room was filled with mirrors, so she could see every angle of them.
He pressed her to the door, and kissed her neck.
“We can’t,” she said as he slipped his hand under her dress and found that they would be more than able to because she could feel how slick and wet she was before she heard the faint clicking of her wetness as he moved his finger in and out of her.
“We need to, I need to…” His breath was heavy and ragged. “I want you.”
With his last sentiment, she felt the explosion inside her.
She needed it, she wanted him too.
Karys let him sit her on top of the sink, and she ignored the dampness under her bare bottom when he did. Her eyes were fixed on him, as he unzipped his pants and she saw his already familiar erection slip out. He slipped into her with ease, as she wrapped her arms and legs about him. She felt the warmth of his breath, as he groaned when she kissed his neck.
Karys came in such a rush, she lost her breath before he kissed her breath back.
Like he was bringing her back to life.
Wasn’t he?
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