“Put it on, Sunshine.”
I removed my legs from around his waist and slowly unzipped his jeans, my fingers grazing his skin. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, with a bead of precum already. I brushed my thumb over it and brought it to my mouth. He growled low in his throat, fists tightening.
I ripped the foil with my teeth, rolled the condom over him with two slow pumps, then met his eyes again. “Now what?”
His nostrils flared. “Fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice, that rough, low edge. His hands found my face, then tangled in my hair, his mouth crashing into mine. There was nothing sweet about it. His lips moved to my jaw, then my throat. He bit down, causing me to gasp. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that I’d remember. His hands were everywhere, possessive, gripping, claiming. “You say ‘shadow’, and I stop,” he murmured against my collarbone. “But other than that, you’re mine tonight.”
I nodded, nails dragging up his arms. He hissed. “That’s it,” he breathed. “Mark me back.”
He guided me onto the edge of the bike again, spreading my thighs. His fingers ran up one trembling leg and pushed my dress higher. I was already soaked and needy for him, and he knew it.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock,” he said, lining himself up, “understood?”
I gave a broken, “Please,” and he slid inside. I gasped, the pressure nearly too much. My nails clawed at his shoulders. My head fell back.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine,” he growled.
I forced my eyes open, locking on his. His eyes were on me like he was trying to memorize every part of me, and it made my whole body burn from the inside out.
Every deep thrust made my breath stutter. My body tightened around him. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t ease in. He took. And I fucking loved it.
His hands were everywhere. My hips, my jaw, my throat. He grabbed my thigh and slapped it. The sharp sting made me yelp.
When he pushed back in, I couldn’t help the way my head fell back or the sound that ripped out of my throat. It felt like he was everywhere. Too much and not enough at the same time.
“What did I say? Eyes on me,” he growled again, and my gaze snapped back to his.
God. Those eyes. So dark and desperate and hungry. Like I was the only thing keeping him sane.
“More?”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine tonight,” he said against my mouth, his voice low and wrecked. “Say it.”
I opened my mouth, but he kissed me before I could speak. And maybe that was for the better, because I didn’t know what would’ve come out. I didn’t know if I would’ve said “I’m yours” or “Please don’t stop” or “I think I might already be falling.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to not exactly choke me but to control. I didn’t feel scared. I felt seen. Desired.Owned. Then his fingers tangled in my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my throat. His mouth found it instantly, biting and kissing. I knew it was going to leave marks. But for now? I wasn’t complaining.
When he bit my lip, hard enough to sting, I tasted blood. My whole body responded like it had been waiting for this exact kind of hurt.
He pounded into me harder, the pace brutal, the bike shaking beneath us.
“Come on my cock, squeeze the fuck out of me.” He ordered, and damn, if I didn’t want to please him.
My orgasm ripped through me, my whole body clenching around him. My vision went white at the edges. He followed with a groan, his face buried in my neck as he pulsed inside me.
Everything else faded. All I could hear was our breathing, the rhythm of his heartbeat somehow matching mine. I didn’t want to let go. My hands stayed on his back, fingers splayed like I was trying to memorize the shape of him, the heat of his skin.
Eventually, his breathing evened out. He pulled back, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his expression. Something real.
“Hey,” he said, brushing hair out of my face with a tenderness that almost broke me. “You good?”
I nodded, even though my legs still felt like jelly and my heart wouldn’t slow down.
“Dangerous,” I teased, my voice barely above a whisper, breathless and shaky.
