"Good?"
"Do that again."
He did. Pulled back an inch, pushed forward, hit that spot dead-on. Pleasure shot through me, sharp and bright, nothing like I'd expected. This wasn't just tolerable. This wasgood. This was incredible.
"More," I demanded. "I won't break."
"I know you won't." He thrust deeper, and I gasped. "But I want to worship you. Let me worship you."
"Worship me later." I grabbed his hips, pulled him harder against me. "Right now I want you to fuck me."
Something shifted in his eyes. The careful restraint cracked. He started to move—really move. Long, deep strokes that builtthe pleasure like waves. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, lifting my ass higher, giving him a better angle. The sound of his hips meeting my ass filled the room, obscene and perfect.
"God, you feel amazing," he groaned. "So tight, so hot?—"
"Harder." I was past shame now, past fear, past everything except the need building in my core. "Kai, harder?—"
He gave me harder. Drove into me with force that punched the air from my lungs, that made the headboard slam against the wall. I arched into every thrust, chasing the pleasure, drowning in it. My cock was so hard it ached, leaking onto me, desperate for attention.
"Touch me," I begged. "I need—I'm so close?—"
His hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming—filled and stroked, taken and worshipped. I could feel the orgasm building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with every movement.
"I love you," he said, voice wrecked. "I love you, I love you?—"
"I love you too—fuck, right there, don't stop?—"
He didn't stop. Drove into me relentlessly, hand working my cock, hitting that spot inside me on every thrust. The pleasure crested, peaked?—
"Kai!" I came with a shout, cock pulsing in his grip, cum shooting across my chest and abs in wave after wave. My hole clenched around him with each burst, and I heard him curse.
"Fuck—Axel—I'm?—"
He buried himself to the hilt and followed me over, groaning my name as he pulsed inside me. I felt every throb, every burst of heat, and it set off another aftershock that made me cry out.
He collapsed against my chest, both of us gasping, slick with sweat and cum. For a long moment, neither of us moved. I didn't want him to pull out—wanted to stay like thisforever, connected, complete. His cock was still hard inside me, twitching with the last echoes of his release.
"Hey." His voice was muffled against my neck. "You okay?"
I laughed—a wet, broken sound. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."
"You're crying."
Was I? I touched my face, found it wet. "Apparently."
"Good tears or bad tears?"
"I don't know." I pulled him closer, held him tight. "Both, maybe. Everything."
He didn't push. Just held me, stroked my hair, let me shake apart in his arms. The tears came harder—years of them, decades of shame and fear and self-hatred pouring out in the safety of his embrace.
"He was wrong," I said when I could speak again. "My father. Everything he said, everything he did—he was wrong."
"Yeah." Kai pressed a kiss to my forehead. "He was."
"I wasted so many years."
"You survived. That's not wasting—that's fighting." He pulled back, met my eyes. "And now you're free. Whatever you want to be, whoever you want to love—you're free."
