I kick off my pants. Position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides through her wetness and we both shudder.
One last breath.
One last chance to stop this.
She looks up at me — flushed, wrecked, beautiful — and says, “Choose me.”
I push inside her.
Fuck.
She’s so tight. So wet. So impossibly perfect around me that I have to stop moving or this will be over before it starts.
“Oh gods—” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “You’re— you’re so—”
“I know.” I’m trembling. Buried to the hilt inside her and barely holding on. “I know, just— give me a second—”
“Don’t want a second.” She rolls her hips, taking me even deeper, and a groan rips out of me that’s far too loud.
Across the fire, Finn makes a sound in his sleep. Torric shifts again.
I go still.
Kaia doesn’t.
She clenches around me deliberately, inner walls squeezing my cock in a way that makes my vision blur.
“Kaia—” It comes out strangled. “We’re going to wake—”
“Then fuck me fast and make me come before they do.”
Gods help me.
I pull back. Thrust in. Hard.
Her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Her back arches off the ground. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me deeper.
I set a punishing pace — fast, deep strokes that have the obscene sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin filling the cave. There’s no way the others are sleeping through this. No way anyone could miss the sounds she’s making, the soundsI’mmaking.
“Yes—” She’s gasping with every thrust. “Right there— don’t stop—Darian—”
I shift the angle. Drive into her harder. Feel her tighten around me every time I bottom out.
“You feel so good.” The words spill out without permission. “So tight, so wet— I’ve wanted this for so long— wantedyou—”
“Harder—”
I give her harder.
The cave floor is cold against my knees but I don’t care. Nothing matters except the clench of her around my cock, the sounds she’s making, the way the bond is blazing between us.
And then I feel it.
Eyes on us.
I look up without stopping.
Kieran.
