His hands moved up my legs, starting at my ankles, fingers trailing fire up my calves, my thighs, spreading them wider. I was shaking, my entire body wound so tight I thought I might shatter.
When his fingers finally touched me where I needed him most, I nearly came apart right then. He groaned, his forehead dropping to my stomach.
"So wet." His thumb circled, and stars exploded behind my eyes. "Is this all for me?"
I couldn't speak. Could barely breathe. Just nodded frantically, my hips lifting toward his hand.
He worked me with his fingers, building pressure andheat until I was writhing beneath him, making sounds that should have embarrassed me but didn't. Nothing mattered except his hands, his mouth, the way he was taking me apart piece by piece.
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, when the pressure was so intense I was begging without words, he pulled away. I made a sound of protest but he was already moving, standing to remove the rest of his clothes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pushing them down. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening. My eyes widened. He’s—god, he’s huge.
The sight of him fully naked made my breath catch. He was beautiful in a way that seemed almost unfair. All lean muscle and controlled power and hard evidence of how much he wanted me.
He came back to the bed, settling between my legs, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His mouth found mine while his hand guided himself to my entrance.
His hand traced from my collarbone down between my breasts, over my stomach. " You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
My face burned. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. No one had ever looked at me like this—like they wanted to consume me whole.
I was bare from the waist up, exposed and vulnerable and more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
Kai didn't move. Didn't touch. Just looked at me like I was something sacred.
"Please." I didn't even know what I was begging for. Just knew I needed something. Needed him to touch me before I lost my mind.
His hand came up, palm cupping my breast. His thumb brushed across the peak and pleasure shot straight through me, sharp and electric.
I gasped, my back arching into his touch.
"Sensitive." He sounded satisfied. Pleased. His thumb circled again, and I couldn't stop the whimper that escaped. "I'm going to enjoy finding out what else makes you sound like that."
Then his mouth replaced his hand— His teeth grazed my lower lip,just enough to sting, and I whimpered into his mouth. God, he tastes like sin.
He pulled back just enough to study my face, his dark eyes burning into mine like he was searching for any hint of hesitation. I didn’t let myself look away. I couldn’t. There was something in his gaze—something feral, something hungry—that made my stomach clench. The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, painting his sharp features in gold and shadow, turning him into something otherworldly. A god. A devil. Mine.
For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then his hands were on me again, but slower this time, deliberate. He guided me backward, step by step, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the circular bed. The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I sank onto the mattress, my pulse roaring in my ears
The sound of the teeth parting was obscenely loud in the quiet of the suite. I should’ve felt exposed. Vulnerable. But the way he looked at me—like I was something rare, something precious—made my chest tighten. His palm cupped one, his thumb circling the peak before he pinched—just enough to make me gasp. Then his mouth was on me, hot and wet, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before he sucked it between his lips.
“Kai—” His name tore from my throat, half plea, half prayer. His free hand slid down my stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I stiffened, my breath hitching.
He froze. His head lifted, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Have you…?”
I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. “I haven’t.”
Something shifted in his gaze. A flicker of something primal, something possessive. His thumb brushed my hipbone, slow, soothing. “You can say no,” he murmured, his voice low, rough. “I won’t resent you.”
I shook my head, my fingers curling into the crisp fabric of his shirt. “I’d resent you if you stopped.” The words came out steadier than I felt. “I want it to beyou. Only you.”
His nostrils flared. His jaw clenched, like he was fighting for control. “Are you sure?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Keep going.”
For a heartbeat, he didn’t move. Then his mouth was on mine again, harder this time, his kiss bruising. His hands were everywhere—tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding down to my thighs, pushing them apart. He knelt before me, his breath hot against the damp lace of my panties. “Let me prepare you,” he growled, his voice a dark promise.
I should’ve been nervous. Terrified, even. But the way he looked at me—like he was worshipping at an altar—made my pulse race for entirely different reasons. Cool air hit my bare skin, and then his hands were on my thighs, pushing them wider, exposing me completely.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my folds. I trembled, my hands fisting in the silk sheets beneath me. Then his mouth was on me, his tongue flat and hot against my slit, dragging up in one slow, deliberate stroke.
