the clock ticked in rhythmic defiance, each second echoing louder than the last in kieran’s ears. he moved with force behind the woman, the squeaks of the motel bed only adding to the intensity of their actions. clad in only his oversized shirt, every moan or whimper elicited from their body was sexier than the act itself, driving him closer to release with each passing moment. he couldn’t help but feel selfish right then, wanting nothing more than to continue this friction that brought him such pleasure. “this has to stop,” he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice low and hoarse, almost as if he were trying to convince himself just as much as her. he wanted to pull away, to create the distance they both knew was necessary, but his hands betrayed him, clasping tightly onto her hips, pulling her even closer to him. “this is the last time,” he murmured, his voice almost pleading as he dipped forward, kissing on the sensitive skin of her neck, tasting her salty sweat and arousal.