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29.

Mature Content Warning

Ellianna Kingston

I was sprawled across the couch in Kairos' room, clad in nothing but his white button-up shirt and a pair of boxers. I was playing with the buttons on the shirt, my fingers tracing over the lines and messing with the threads.

My eyes fluttered closed as I thought back to the day we spent together— the excitement of the casino, the warmth of the hot tub, the thrill of being alone on the ship. I was surprised with how I dealing with all of this.

Kairos walked in, a glass cup filled with ice cream in one hand and a plate of cookies in the other. I sat up, my eyes lighting up at the sight of my favorite treat. I took a cookie from the plate, biting into it with a satisfied sigh.

"You're the best, you know that?" I said, my eyes meeting Kairos' as I took a bite of the ice cream.

Kairos grinned, his eyes darkening as he looked at me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and I knew what he wanted. Again. I leaned back against the couch, my legs spread slightly as I ate the ice cream. Kairos' hand slid up my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I shivered, my body responding to his touch.

"You're so beautiful, Elle," Kairos said, his voice low and husky. He leaned over me, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. I could taste the vanilla ice cream on his lips, and I couldn't help but push myself against him, eager to feel him inside of me.

Kairos' hand slid up my thigh, his fingers finding their way under the hem of his boxers. I moaned as he touched me, my body responding to his touch. I could feel myself getting wetter.

Kairos pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine as he undressed. I watched him, my body responding to the sight of his bare skin. I couldn't wait any longer— I needed him.

I stood up, my body moving of its own accord. I walked over to Kairos, my eyes locked on his as I undressed. I could see the desire in his eyes. I stepped closer to him, my body pressed against his.

Kairos' hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I moaned, my body responding to his touch. I could feel his hardness against my stomach. "Elle."

Kairos' fingers found their way between my legs, his touch making my moan. I could feel myself getting wetter, and I knew that I was ready for him. I pushed myself against him, my body begging for more.

Kairos' fingers slid inside of me, and I moaned as he started to move them. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, and I knew that I was going to come soon.

Kairos spit on his hand, rubbing against me, before putting himself in. I moaned as he entered, knowing that it didn't matter how many times we've had sex, it still hurt.

Kairos started to move inside of me, his hips thrusting against me. I moaned, my body responding to his touch. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, and I knew that I wasn't going to last any longer.

Kairos' hands were on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, deep. I moaned, my body practically shaking with pleasure.

Kairos switched the position, shoving himself down mine throat and releasing inside of it. I moaned as he came, swallowing each drop.

I collapsed against the couch, my body spent. Kairos laid next to me, his arm around my waist as we both caught our breath. I looked at him, my eyes filled with desire.