I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, staring down into the black depths of the coffee mug like it might hold some kind of escape hatch. The bitter steam curled up and stung my eyes—or maybe that was just the mortification burning behind my eyelids. What the actual fuck had I done last night? What had come out of my mouth?
I wanted you inside me.
I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think anymore.
Please don't stop—ruin me, Kasteil, please—
The words replayed in vicious, crystal-clear loops. Every filthy syllable. Every desperate whine. Every time I'd arched back like a bitch in heat, begging for his knot, for his cum, for him to claim me until I was leaking with his cum. Heat-induced haze or not, gummies or no gummies, those words had been mine. My voice. My need. And he'd heard every single one.
