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The buzzing from my phone woke me up. Kai groaned, his hand pressing harder against my stomach and keeping me against him. I opened my eyes and looked at the nightstand. I could see his screen lit up.

"I need to answer that." I put my hand on his arm. He mumbled something quietly, his voice soaking into my skin. I slid my hand to his, "Kai."

He hummed against my skin, not giving me any other answer. I reached over, separating from him for just a moment. I laid back again, and he pulled me closer, giving himself no room to breathe. I answered the call from Ryan and put the phone to my ear.

"Hey."

"You're not dead."

I furrowed my brows, forgetting about everything already. "Oh. No. I'm still alive."

"And you're not going to be, right?"

"Not any time soon." I felt Kai's hand move to the center of my stomach, gliding lower. I reached for his hand, only able to grab his wrist.

"Will you be back anytime soon? Caroline's freaking out, and no one knows what to do."

He slid his hand between my thighs, grazing my pussy. I struggled to remember what I was answering. "I will, um.... I'll be back later." Kai pushed two fingers inside of me, making me gasp.

"Are you okay?"

I let my eyes fall shut, "Mhm. I have to go. I'll see you later."

"Okay," he sounded confused.

I pulled my phone away and ended the call as I pushed it into the mattress. "You're such a dick."

He pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly, curling them with each shove inside. He hummed against my shoulder, kissing softly. "Do you want to spread those legs for me, baby?" His voice was soft and low as he whispered in my ear.

I pulled my legs apart as he turned me toward the mattress. I reached for the pillow under my head, gripping it tightly. His hard cock slid into my pussy slowly, drawing a moan from my lips. He groaned. His hand was firmly gripping my hip. He pulled me back as he pushed into me further. He felt bigger somehow.

I moved my other hand to his wrist. "Kai, it's too-" I was cut off by a moan.

His lips were next to my ear. I moved my hand to the side of his face. He slid his hand down my thigh and gripped my leg. "You're taking it so good." He pushed further into me, earning a loud moan from me. "Do you like that?"

"Mhm." I leaned into him, taking him deeper. His soft moaning in my ear caused my pussy to clench around him, only spurring him on.

He started fucking me faster, burying himself as deep inside of me as he could. The pain of being filled to the point where I want him to stay still mixed with the pleasure of him using me to make himself feel good made it feel impossible not to cum.

I buried my face into the pillow, muffling all noises that spilled from my lips. He pulled my legs further apart, spreading me open and making it easier for him to go as deep as he could. I screamed out into the pillow, as the lightheaded feeling consumed me along with something I had never felt before happen with my body. I whined as I leaned back into him, pushing the pillow away from me.

He paused for a moment, stilling inside me. "Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?" His heavy breathing made everything feel ten times more intense.

"Keep going." I moved my hand that was once holding the pillow to his hand, pulling it between my legs to rub my clit.

My breath caught in my throat as he started rubbing my clit in time with each thrust inside me. My mouth hung open as my brows pulled together. An endless string of moans spilled from my lips.

My vision became spotty as my ears started ringing. I dug my nails into his arm, crying out as I came around him. He pounded into me harshly, stopping as his cum shot inside of me. He moaned out, a short high pitched whine following.

As life returned to my body, my vision was restored. I felt his hand slide to my waist. The softness of his lips against my neck distracted me only slightly from him pulling out of me. There was discomfort that accompanied the emptiness I felt without him inside of me.

The absence of heat against me told me he had moved back from me. I turned to face him, laying on my back. He was still on his side. The way he was staring at me made me want to pause time and stay in this moment forever.

There was still sleep in his eyes. His hair was tousled. There was a look of contentment on his face, a softness gracing his features. His eyes drifted from mine, a few seconds later, his hand was brushing the hair off the sides of my face then resting against my cheek.

The light touch of his thumb tracing down my nose then across my lips made my heart skip. His eyes were focused on his thumb. "You're so pretty."

I hated how effective his compliments were at making me smile. "You don't have to flirt with me, we're already in bed together."

He looked into my eyes. "I have to keep you here somehow."

"Speaking of," I glanced over at my phone. "I need to go."

He grabbed my chin, turning my head and making me look at him, "No. Stay here." The desperate look in his eyes was convincing enough.

"Eventually, I have to go. They need proof of life."

He smiled, "Well, if you had stayed on the phone a little longer, they would've known just how alive you are."

I grabbed his hand, pulling it away from my face. "I'm pretty sure you're just into exhibitionism."

"I just need everyone to know how good I can make you feel."

I slapped my hand over his mouth. "Shut up," I laughed.

He grabbed my hand, kissing my palm before pulling my hand away. "What was that earlier, by the way?"

"Nothing." I answered that entirely too fast. "It was nothing," I answered slowly.

The smile on his face grew as his amusement became loud. "You're calling that nothing?"

"Mhm. Yep."

I started to look over at my phone and he grabbed my face again, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. "Don't get shy on me now," he looked from my lips to my eyes.

"I'm not."

"Mhm. That's why you're red, right?"

I grabbed his hand, pulling it down from my face. "I am not. I just think this topic isn't conversation worthy."

"I do, though. You've never done it before. You've done possibly everything else, except that. You obviously know what it is, that's why you're not talking about it." After I didn't respond for a minute he spoke again. "Fine, I'll stop talking about it if you tell me one thing."

After a moment of contemplation, I responded. "What?"

"Has it ever happened before?"

I thought for a moment. "No. New topic."

A cocky grin spread across his lips. "How about a new activity?"

I furrowed my brows, "What?"

"Let's see if I can make you do it again but in the shower."

I hit his shoulder. "I can kill you."

He tilted his head, "Fine. I'll stop. We can talk about something else."

"Thank you." There was a hint of frustration in my tone that I couldn't suppress. He stared at me for a minute, his smile only growing. "What?"

He was quiet for a minute. "I didn't say anything."

"You're staring like you want to." His lips parted, but he didn't say anything. My phone started ringing. I started to look over when he reached over and covered my screen with his hand. I reached for his hand, trying to pry my phone from his grip. "If I don't answer that, they'll come looking for me."

"There's a lock on the door for a reason."

The call stopped and I looked at him, "You can't keep me here forever."

He furrowed his brows, "It's been two hours, and you owe me."

"Really?" I put my hand against his chest, keeping his body off of mine.

"Mhm." His eyes were trained on my lips. "I talked you out of the most excruciating death ever, so I basically saved your life."

"You were the one who started all of this, or did you forget already?"

He smiled as he looked into my eyes. "Well, if you hadn't tried to save me, this would've never happened."

"So what you're saying is I should just let you die next time?"

"Exactly. Just turn away and leave me to die."

I shook my head, "If I ever do leave you to die, kill me because it's obviously a clone."

"Obviously?" He moved his hand to my side.

"Oh, yeah." I smiled. "I'm incapable of living without you."

He stared at me, not saying a word. I felt his hand slide to my hip. His touch was soft but firm. I could hear his heart beating through the silence that had surrounded us. The rapid fluttering matched that of mine. My breath caught in my throat when I tried to take a breath.

My phone started going off again, taking away from the moment. He started to look away, pulling his eyes off of mine. I moved my hands to his face, pulling him down to kiss me. After a moment, he melted into me, kissing me slowly as he leaned into me.

I slid my hand to the back of his head, threading my fingers into his hair. He slid his hand to my leg, pulling it up the side of his body. I moved my other hand to his shoulder. I pushed against him, rolling him onto his back.

His hands moved to my waist, pulling me against his body. I moved my hand from his shoulder to the pillow.

He stopped kissing and I pulled back far enough to look into his eyes. "What?"

"There's someone at the door."

I sighed before moving off of him, crashing onto the bed. I felt him kiss my cheek before getting off the bed.

I tried to hear the conversation, but it was too quiet. I sat up, staring at the door. After a few more minutes of him not coming back, I got up and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and got in.

I stepped into the water, letting it wash over me. I leaned my head back as I pushed my hands back over my hair. I moved my hands to the sides of my face. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me back against him.

I lifted my head, moving my hands to his arm. "Who was at the door?"

"My neighbor. She was asking if you were hurt because she heard screaming."

"Should I stop?"

"I like it when you scream. You should do it louder." He slid his hand that mine was resting on between my legs. He started kissing my neck.

...

I grabbed my phone off the bed before walking out of his bedroom. I walked to the door. As I reached for the knob, he grabbed my waist, pulling me back against him. I put my hands on his arms as he slid his arms around me.

"You're leaving?"

"You already know I have to."

He groaned. "They know you're alive, just stay with me." He started kissing my neck.

I moved my hands to his. "You'll be fine without me." I pulled his arms away then turned to face him.

He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. The longing in his eyes made my knees weak. "Please." His lips were parted and his brows were pulled together. "Stay." His voice was soft and desperate.

I was unable to think. My throat felt dry. I was at a loss for words. The touch of his hands made my skin feel hot. I went against my better judgment and leaned in closer to him, pressing my hands against his chest.