Rhys
"Yes," I moaned, the word heavy and dark in the quiet of the room. "Right there."
My head rolled back against the pillows, my legs shaking from the sheer, electric pleasure coiling between them.
I was caught in that hazy border between a dream and reality, feeling a sensation so sharp it made my breath hitch in my throat.
My eyes snapped open, the dim morning light filtering through the hospital curtains, and I realized with a jolt that I wasn't dreaming at all.
I woke up to Kayden's hand wrapped around me, his fingers moving in a slow, torturous rhythm that was driving me out of my mind. Despite the bandages across his chest and the lingering paleness of his skin, his eyes were blown out, focused entirely on me.
"Kayden…" I gasped, my voice cracking as I looked down at him. "What are you doing? Your ribs—Leo said you needed to stay still. You could—"
"Shhh," Kayden whispered. His thumb grazed the head of my cock, sending a fresh jolt of lightning straight to my gut.
