His hands are everywhere, tangling in my hair, sliding down my sides, gripping my hips with a strength that makes me feel delicate and cherished. I arch into him, my body responding to his touch in ways I’ve never experienced before. Every nerve ending is alight, every inch of my skin hypersensitive to the brush of his fingers, the press of his body, the way his breath hitches when I drag my nails down his back.
"Ursak," I gasp, his name a plea on my lips.
He growls in response, the sound vibrates through me, and then his hands are under my shirt, his touch rough and desperate as he pulls it over my head. The cool air of the hallway hits my skin, but I barely notice it because Ursak’s mouth is onme, his lips trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, lower, lower?—
A sharp knock echoes through the hallway, followed by a startled voice. "Uh, sorry to interrupt, but is everything okay out here?"
We freeze, the spell between us shattered. Ursak pulls back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes dark with desire. I can feel the way his body tenses, the way he’s holding himself back, and I know he wants this as much as I do.
But the moment is gone, the magic of the lights and the music and the dance broken by reality.
Ursak steps back, his hands lingering on my waist for a moment before he lets me go. His jaw is tight, his expression a mix of frustration and something softer, something that looks like regret.
"I should go," he says, his voice rough.
I nod, my own body aching with unfulfilled need. "Yeah. Me too."
But as I turn away, I catch the look in his eyes—one that promises this isn’t over. Not by a long shot.
The hallway feels different now, the fairy lights casting a glow that feels almost melancholy. I gather my things, my body still humming with the memory of Ursak’s touch, the taste of his kiss, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And as I step back into my apartment, I know one thing for certain. This isn’t the end. It’s only the beginning.
I barely make it through the door before I’m pressing my back against it, my body alight with a need that won’t be ignored. The memory of Ursak’s hands on me, his mouth, the way he held me like I was something precious. It’s all I can think about.
My hands tremble as I slide them under my shirt, my fingers tracing the path his lips took down my skin. I bite my lip tostifle a moan, my body aching with a desperation I’ve never felt before. I need more. I need him.
I strip off my clothes, the fabric too constricting, too much of a barrier between me and the memory of his touch. I’m left in nothing but my panties, my skin flushed, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I slide my hand between my legs, my fingers finding the slick heat of my desire. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, my body so ready for him it hurts. I circle my clit, a whimper escaping my lips as I imagine it’s his fingers, his mouth, his?—
God.
I sink to the floor, my back against the door, my legs spread wide as I plunge two fingers inside myself. I’m tight, so tight, my body clenching around nothing, needing something more, something bigger, something?—
Ursak.
The thought of him sends a jolt through me, and my body shudders as I come, my fingers working furiously, chasing the pleasure that’s just out of reach. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. Not without him.
I collapse against the door, my body spent. I need him. I need him like I’ve never needed anyone before.
And I know, with a certainty that settles deep in my bones, that I won’t be able to wait much longer.
The next day passes in a blur. I go through the motions with coffee, emails, a half-hearted attempt at writing, but my mind is elsewhere. On Ursak. On the way he looked at me last night, the way he touched me, the way he made me feel.
I’m restless, my skin too tight. I try to distract myself, but it’s no use. All I can think about is him.
By the time evening rolls around, I’m a mess. I pace my apartment, my body coiled tight with anticipation, my mindracing with possibilities. I want him. I need him. And I’m done waiting.
I don’t bother with the fairy lights this time. I don’t need magic or music or any of the trappings of romance. All I need is him.
I knock on his door, my heart pounding in my bones. The seconds stretch out, each one an eternity, and then the door opens, and he’s there.
Ursak stands in the doorway, his massive frame filling the space, his eyes dark with something that looks like hunger. He’s dressed simply, in a shirt that stretches across his broad chest and pants that hug his hips in a way that makes my mouth water. He looks at me, and I can see the moment he realizes I’m not here to talk, or to dance, or to do anything but this.
"Maya," he says, my name a growl on his lips.
And then I’m on him.
