Chapter 101 Episode 101: The Morning After R18

Akira’s POV

I woke up sore. That was the first feeling was the deep ache between my legs. It throbbed in a steady rhythm when I shifted under the sheet.

Every small movement pulled at places that still felt open and used. The second feeling was the dull sting across my skin. I looked down and froze.

Dark hickeys and bite marks covered me. My neck. My shoulders. My chest. Even the soft skin on the side of my ribs held the shape of Kael’s mouth.

The marks were purple and red and impossible to hide. Embarrassment flooded me first. Then a strange warm pride mixed with it. He had left his ’proof’ all over my body. The sight made my heart beat faster.

I turned my head. The other side of the bed was empty. The sheets still held the shape of him but the heat was gone.

Disappointment landed sharp and sudden. I wanted him next to me when I opened my eyes. The missing weight left an empty feeling in my chest.

I sat up slowly. Soreness flared between my legs and made me suck in a breath. My thighs felt weak. I swung them over the side of the bed and waited until the ache settled into something I could stand on.

Kael’s shirt lay on the floor near the bed. I reached for it and pulled it over my head. The fabric was soft and large and smelled like him.

Wearing it made the longing in my chest ease a little. It also made me feel small and claimed at the same time. A bout of shyness rose while I stood there in only his shirt, the bottom edge barely covering the tops of my thighs.

I walked out of the bedroom on unsteady legs. Each step reminded me of how roughly he had taken me at midnight.

The memory sent a pulse of heat through the soreness. Craving woke up underneath the ache. I tried to ignore it and followed the soft sounds coming from the kitchen.

Kael stood at the stove with his back to me. He wore only loose pants that sat low on his hips. The muscles in his back moved as he cooked.

The smell of food filled the air. For a moment I just watched him. Fondness filled my chest so full it almost hurt. Love sat right beside it, quiet and heavy.

Then he turned.

His eyes landed on me and darkened at once. They moved over the shirt, the bare legs, the visible marks on my neck and collarbone.

I saw the exact moment his cock hardened inside the soft pants. The thick shape pressed forward against the cloth. Heat and embarrassment slammed into me together.

I took a step back. The need to hide was sudden and strong. I felt too seen, too marked, too sore and still wanting him. My hand reached for the edge of the doorway.

Kael chuckled. The sound was low and knowing. In two steps he closed the distance, put his hands on my waist, and lifted me onto the kitchen counter like I weighed nothing.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked. His voice still held the roughness of sleep and last night. "You walk out here wearing my shirt and covered in my marks and expect me to keep cooking?"

Embarrassment burned across my face and down my neck. At the same time arousal pulsed between my legs and made the soreness throb in a new way.

I wanted to close my thighs. His body was already between them.

"I was looking for you," I said. My voice came out quieter than I planned. "I woke up and you were gone. I felt... disappointed. Then I put on your shirt because it smelled like you and I needed that."

Something soft moved through his eyes. Fondness. Possession. Then the heat returned stronger than before.

He pushed the shirt up to my waist and looked down at the marks, my bare skin and the place where I was still slick from the night.

"You are already wet again," he said. The words made shame and craving twist together inside me. "Your body wants me even while it is sore. Tell me you want it too."

I swallowed. Honesty felt scary but the craving was stronger than the fear. "I want it. I am sore and I still want it. Please."

Kael made a low sound of approval. He shoved his pants down just far enough to free his cock. It was hard and thick and already leaking at the tip.

The sight of it made my mouth go dry and my hole clenched around nothing. Empty need and leftover ache mixed until I could barely sit still.

He rubbed the head through the wetness between my legs, coating himself. Every pass dragged over swollen skin and sent sparks of pleasure and pain through me. I bit my lip and held the edge of the counter. Anticipation made my stomach tight.

"Breathe," he said. Then he pushed inside.

The stretch was immediate and intense. Soreness flared bright and sharp. I gasped and gripped the counter harder.

At the same time the feeling of being filled again sent a deep wave of rightness through my whole body. Craving and relief crashed together. I had not known how empty I felt until he was back inside me.

Kael did not wait long. He bottomed out and then started thrusting in steady powerful strokes. The kitchen filled with the wet sound of him taking me. Each thrust pushed the air from my lungs and pulled a broken noise from my throat.

"You take me so well even when you are sore," he muttered. His hands held my hips tight enough to leave new marks.

"My man. Sitting on the counter in my shirt and letting me fuck him before breakfast."

The words sent heat straight to my cock. Love and humiliation and raw pleasure tangled until I could not separate them.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper. The angle made every stroke drag over the spot that turned my vision soft at the edges.

Pleasure built under the soreness. It was thicker than the night before, heavier, mixed with the constant reminder that he had already used me hours ago.

I felt claimed in a way that went beyond skin. The emotion was so large it made my eyes sting.

Kael noticed. He leaned in and kissed me hard while he kept thrusting. One of his hands slid under the shirt and found my nipple, rolling it between rough fingers.

The extra sensation made me cry out into his mouth. My cock rubbed against his stomach with every movement, leaving wet trails on his skin.

"I can feel you getting close baby," he said against my lips. "Come on my cock. Show me how much you still want this even when you can barely walk."

The order and the truth of it pushed me over. Orgasm hit hard and deep. My body clamped down around him while I spilled between us.

Pleasure and pain and love crashed through me in waves that left me shaking and open-mouthed.

Kael fucked me through it without slowing down. The oversensitivity made every thrust almost too much. I clung to him and took it because the craving was still there, greedy for the feeling of him losing control inside me.

He buried himself deep a few strokes later and came with a low groan. Heat flooded me in thick pulses.

The sensation of being filled again sent smaller aftershocks through my sore body. I held him tightly and breathed through the sharp sweet ache.

For a long moment we stayed locked together. His forehead rested against mine. Both of us were breathing hard.

The kitchen smelled like sex and cooking food. The mix should have been strange. It only felt intimate.

Tenderness rose under the leftover heat. I lifted a shaky hand and touched the side of his face. He turned into the contact and pressed a kiss to my palm. The gentle gesture after the rough taking made my throat tight with emotion.

"You are still sore," he said quietly. "I should have been softer."

"I wanted it." Honesty came easier now. "I woke up aching and empty and looking for you. When I saw you get hard just from looking at me, the craving came back right away. I needed this even if it hurt a little."

Kael’s eyes softened. He kissed me slow and deep while he was still inside me. The kiss carried fondness and possession and a care that made the earlier roughness feel like another kind of love language.

Eventually he eased out. The empty feeling returned at once. Soreness throbbed in the space he left. I made a small sound of loss before I could stop it.

He hushed me with another kiss and cleaned us both with a warm cloth he pulled from a drawer.

Then he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. My legs wobbled. He kept an arm around my waist until I found my balance. The care in the gesture filled my chest with warm, quiet love.

"Sit," he said, guiding me to a chair. "I will finish breakfast. You need food after last night and this morning."

I sat carefully. The shirt still hung off one shoulder, showing more of the marks. I did not try to cover them. The embarrassment was still present but it sat under a stronger feeling of belonging.

Kael returned to the stove. Every few seconds he looked over at me like he needed to make sure I was still there. Each look sent a fresh wave of affection through me.

I watched him cook and felt the deep ache between my legs and the marks on my skin and the steady truth that I was his.

Craving. Soreness. Love. Shyness. Satisfaction. Safety.

All of it lived in my body at the same time. I rested my elbow on the table and watched the man who had put every one of those feelings there.

Breakfast would come. The day would come. The rest of the world with its forums and dangers would come back.

For now I sat in his shirt, full of his seed, marked by him, and I let the simple fact of being wanted settle into every sore place.