Chapter 12- After Effects

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**Sexual Content**

It is still night by the time I wake. A cool breeze flutters in from the open window. I stir, rolling off the blankets and raking a hand through my unruly hair. I feel something brush against my thigh and I look down. I'm wearing a black t-shirt that is way too big for me, and it bunches around my hips as I move. This isn't my shirt, and upon further inspection, this is not my bed either.

I try to scan my brain for how I ended up here, but no memories surface. The last thing I remember is walking with Emir towards the pack house. Emir. I blush as I realize that this might be his bed. I can smell his scent all over the shirt, masculine and spicy. A thrill goes through my body at the thought of him.

My heart picks up speed as I imagine him bringing me here, to his private chambers. I imagine him laying me down on this bed, fingers brushing against my skin as he places his shirt over my head. Heat surges through my body, straight to my core. I whimper at the ache between my legs.

My breasts become heavy and sensitive, the nipples peaking though the shirt. I bring my hand to where it aches, fingers swirling before diving deep.

I throw my head back and moan, eyes closed and heartbeat racing. I rock, surging my fingers in and out. My breath quickens, muscles coiling tight. I think of his shaggy brown hair and his intense blue eyes. I imagine the feel of his hard body on mine.

"Oh, Emir." I moan, throwing my head against the pillows and arching my back. My muscles tense, release almost upon me. "Please."

Suddenly, fingers close around my wrist, halting my movement. I tense, eyes flying open. Emir looms over me, his intense gaze burning into my face. My cheeks flame, my breath catching in my throat as I notice his eyes. They're darkened with lust, the pupils expanding.

"I-I...uh.... I'm...I'm sorry." I stutter, embarrassment of being caught riding me hard.

He watches me a moment, deciphering whatever expression is on my face. Then his gaze roams down. He takes in my heavy breasts, the way my nipples are hard through my shirt. He takes in the fast rise and fall of my chest, my heavy breathing echoing in the room. His eyes go further down, his t-shirt bunching up around my hips, exposing my most private area. A growl escapes his throat at the sight and his eyes lift back up to my face.

"If you needed release, love, all you had to do was ask." His voice is rough and guttural as he climbs onto the bed and leans over me. "I'd be more than happy to oblige."

My breathing hitches as his body settles over mine. His fingers still around my wrist, he grabs the other before lifting them both above my head to press into the mattress. My eyes are wide as his knee nudges my legs farther apart and he settles between them.

He leans down, face resting against my neck as he whispers,"Do you want me to make you scream, Kenna?"

My heart begins to race so fast I'm afraid that it might burst. My mind blanks and my body turns to putty as he starts kissing my neck. My mind zeroes in on that sensation, every kiss shooting heat downwards.

He nips along my collarbone and I whimper. "Please."

He raises his head, lips forming a smirk as he asks,"Please what?"

My cheeks flame and I shudder as his hand trails down along my body. He goes further, fingers finding where I need him most. I gasp and moan as he teases my sensitive bud.

Suddenly he stops, sliding back and off of the bed. I whimper at the loss of him, the lack of contact driving me insane. He takes off his shirt, my eyes watching intently. His hand moves to his pants and I can't help but lick my lips. He undoes them, sliding them down his muscled thighs along with his boxers. The hard length of him springs free, and my mouth dries at the sight. I expect him to climb back on the bed, but he doesn't. He stands there, watching me. I look at him in frustration and he smirks.

"Please what, Kenna?" He asks seductively.

The look he gives me shoots another bolt of liquid heat to my core. He looks down between my legs, his nostrils flaring and his muscles wound tight. He doesn't make a move, he just waits for me expectantly.

"Please....please take me, Emir." I plead breathlessly.

His name on my lips seems to be his undoing. He leaps on top of me so fast it was startling. My hands fly into his hair, fingers tangling in the locks. His mouth smashes on to mine and I wrap my legs around him. I tense as I feel him nudging my entrance.

"Shhh. Relax, baby. Relax." He whispers in my ear.

I relax into his touch and moan when his lips close around my breast. His hard length slides in me, filling me to completion. It burns for a moment, before pure pleasure consumes me. Heat shoots through my body and my nerves become electric. Emir groans against my neck, his breath coming in pants.

"You feel so good, baby. So good." He growls and his member twitches inside me, causing another wave of pleasure to shoot through me.

He begins to move, sliding slowly out and then back in. His muscles shaking with restraint, he takes it slow, each thrust shattering my mind. My body was going up in flames, and I needed more.

"More, Emir. I need more. Please." I beg, drowning in pure sensation.

He obliges, moving his hips faster, slamming into me harder. I moan, my nails scratching down his back for stability. My mind was shattering, the room was filled with our mingled breaths.

My muscles tense, walls clamping down around him. I cry out as an intense wave of pleasure hits me, my eyes flooding with stars. I screamed his name as wave after wave hit me, and still he moved within me.

Finally, he roars. Throwing his head back and slamming deep, he explodes. Hot and sticky, he fills me with his love. He pulls out and slumps against me, both of us breathing hard. Our mingled liquids ooze out and onto the sheets. He pulls away and looks deep into my eyes.

"That was... that was amazing, Kenna." He says, his voice hoarse.

I hum my agreement, and he flops down on the pillow beside me. I move, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his chest. His arm snakes him to wrap around me as we both fall asleep.

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