“I’ll touch you how I like.” He drifted higher, pushing fabric aside.
Yes. Gods, yes.
His hand stilled at the top of my thigh, fingertips resting against heated skin. So close to where I burned for him.
“Kairos,please.”
“Please what? Please touch your cunt?”
My cheeks wereon fire.
The dark gleam in his eyes told me he fully intended to make me plead. Every nerve screamed for more—more pressure, friction, more ofhim—but he kept his touch feather-light. Teasing. His other hand found my hip through the dress.
I moaned.
“That’s not begging, my princess.”
“Please,” I whispered, my pride crumbling. “Please, Kairos, I need it.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Touch me.”
I gave up trying to stay still. My hips moved with him, desperate and needy. Stone scraped my shoulders.
His smile was pure wickedness. “I like watching you fall apart.”
“You’re cruel,” I breathed.
“Yes.” He kissed me hard, and his fingers slid over my clit.
The cave walls echoed with my cry. I was soaked. The friction was relentless, each stroke feeding that ache between my thighs.
“So greedy. Taking everything I give you.”
His tongue slid against mine while he kept that lazy rhythm over me. My thighs trembled, my muscles tight. I tried to rock into him, but he held me still, forcing me to take every teasing pass. Then his fingers slipped inside me.
His knuckles dragged against me before sinking deeper, curling to stroke me. My protest melted into a broken moan. The stretch was perfect, indecent, his thick fingers spreading me open.
He thrust harder. My hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure. I gasped as his thumb played with myclit, faster, harder, the ecstasy spiraling hot and sharp. I couldn’t breathe.
Mist slithered up my arm like a lover’s touch, pulling my dress off my shoulders. It slipped down my arms, over the peaks of my breasts, baring me to his heated gaze.
“I’ve missed these.”
His other hand left my hip to palm one breast, squeezing gently. The dual sensation—cool magic and hot skin—made me arch into him.
I whimpered, his pace torturous. “Please.More.”
“Good girl. Now, say my name.”
“Kairos.”
He kissed me ravenously, fucking me with his fingers. Every twist of his hand coiled bliss inside me, tighter and tighter, and then his lips brushed my nipple. His tongue teased it into an aching point while his fingers fucked me.
“You want me to make you come?” he purred.
“Yes.”
