And this time, I kiss him back like I’m done pretending I don’t want this with every part of me.
We move together in small shifts under the blanket, exploring, learning, building heat slowly until the world outside disappears completely. His hands stay firm but respectful, always checking in with the way he pauses, the way he watches my face.
My chest presses to his. My heartbeat syncs to his.
And for a few stolen minutes, I’m not thinking about sabotage or stolen codes or faceless men in black SUVs.
I’m thinking about the way Crewe Hawthorne kisses me like he means it.
Like he isn’t collecting a moment.
Like he’s choosing me.
He removes our clothing like he’s got all the time in the world, but I can tell he’s restraining himself.
“Pill? Are you on it?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
He lets out an audible breath like this is the answer he’s been waiting for. “Good, because I need you raw.”
I suck in a breath. “You can let yourself go.”
He pauses and gazes at me. “If I let myself go… I might not ever come back.”
I cup his cheek, his stubble hard against my palm. “I’ll bring you back.”
He kisses me, hard. Harder than he ever has before. Like he can’t get enough of me. And then it’s all frantic movements as he’s raised above me. He presses his dick at my entrance and I hold my breath.
It’s definitely bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. It scares me a bit, but I know Crewe won’t hurt me. I know he’d rather die than cause me pain.
He pushes in slowly, letting me acclimate to his size. Once I do he picks up speed.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers close to my ear. He keeps moving inside me, and I spread my legs to give him better access.
He feels so good too.
I moan as my nails scrape down his back. “Don’t stop,” I groan out.
He chuckles softly. “Didn’t plan on it.” He keeps thrusting his hips, pushing in and out of me. And with each powerful thrust I find myself falling harder for him.
I grip tighter, holding him close to me so I can hold onto this feeling. This forever feeling I never want to end.
Crewe picks up speed. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy since I met you.”
“Really?” I whisper, my body growing closer and closer toward my release.
“Riley,” he says, pulling back a bit so he can gaze down at me. “Can’t you tell I’m completely gone for you.”
My whole insides light up. Like magic. “I feel the exact same,” I say, and then he kisses me. Like he’s promising me forever.
And then my body lights up from the inside out. Like every cell vibrates all at once. Sure, I’ve had orgasms before, but never like this. Never this intense.
“I’m coming,” I call out as Crewe just holds me tighter.
My body is still shuddering, waves of pleasure crashing through me so hard I can barely breathe, but Crewe doesn’t slow down. If anything, he gets rougher, hungrier, pinning my wrists above my head with one big hand while the other grips my hip like he’s claiming every inch of me.
“Fuck, Riley,” he growls against my throat, voice low and gravel-rough. “You’re still squeezing me so goddamn tight. Milking my cock like you’re trying to ruin me.” He snaps his hips forward, driving so deep I feel him in my stomach, and a broken moan tears out of me. “That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you’re still coming down.”
