I should have laughed. He was covered in blood. He’d broken into my apartment. But he knelt between my thighs and cleaned every cut like it mattered. LikeImattered and nothing else in the world did. The heat between us hadn’t gone anywhere, it just simmered now, slow and intense.
“There,” he murmured when he finished, pressing a kiss to a bandaged scrape on my forearm. A kiss that I felteverywhere.“Better?”
“I was fine,” I said weakly, but we both knew I just wanted his hands back on me.
He framed my face with both hands, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he studied me with those intense gray eyes. “Let me take care of you, Lina. All of you.”
The way he said it made my whole body tense. Not from fear but from need. From the weight of how badly I wanted to say yes.
This time when he kissed me, it wasn’t frantic. It was slow, thorough, like he wanted to memorize the shape of my lips. One hand slid down, finding the bare skin beneath what was left of my shirt, and his fingers traced a path under the waistband of my jeans, stroking over the dip of my stomach until I shuddered.
“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he breathed against my mouth, then kissed down my neck with a pace that made me writhe. “I’ve been dreaming about this. Dreaming about how you’d sound when I had you under me.”
When his tongue dragged across my collarbone, I made a noise I’d never made before.
“Fuck - where did you learn to-” My head fell back. “God,right there.”
He laughed against my skin, the vibration making me clutch at his shoulders. My shirt and bra were gone in seconds. I barely noticed when he tore them, just felt the heat of his mouth on my chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while he palmed the other breast with reverence. He bit down just enough to make me cry out.
“I need more,” I gasped, grinding down against his thigh, desperate for friction.
“You’ll get more,” he said, dragging his teeth over the curve of my breast. “You’ll get all of it.”
His hand dipped between my legs, fingers pressing hard against the soaked fabric of my jeans, right over my clit. I jerked, panting, as he realized how wet I really was. The sound he made was pure satisfaction.
“All this for me?” he asked, his voice shaking from how hard he was breathing.
“Shut up,” I managed, but it came out breathless and needy.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, love. You made me like this.” He reached down and grabbed my hand, pressing it over his cock. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Lina. You’ve got me so fucking hard I’m going insane.”
I moaned when I felt it. The thick length of him pulsing beneath the denim, twitching against my palm like it wanted inside me already.
“Shit…”
He kissed me again, filthy and deep, tongue thrusting into my mouth like he was already imagining what he’d do when he got between my thighs. His fingers worked open the fly of my jeans, dragging the ruined fabric down until I was bare beneath him. He stared like he was starving.
“Fucking perfect,” he breathed, brushing his knuckles between my folds, then groaning at the sight of what he had already touched before. “You’re dripping down your thighs, baby. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?”
I nodded, and he pushed one finger inside, then two, working me open slowly, watching my face like he needed to see everything I felt.
When I whimpered, he added a third finger and curled them just right. My whole body seized.
“Fuck, look at you. Already clenching. You’re gonna be so tight when I slide inside you.”
My hips moved on their own, chasing every thrust of his hand. His mouth moved to my neck again, sucking dark marks into my skin while he pushed me closer and closer.
“Tell me you want it,” he rasped. “Tell me who you want inside you.”
“You,” I gasped. “Please, I need-”
“I know what you need,” he kissed me hard, fingers still working inside me as he growled against my mouth.
When I shattered around him, it was like being set on fire from the inside out. I clenched around his fingers, crying out, his name the only thing I could remember.
Before I could catch my breath, he scooped me into his arms. His strength should have been concerning given his injuries, but I was too far gone to care.
“Bedroom?” he asked, already halfway to the hall, his cock grinding against my thigh with every step. He was still hard.Sohard.
