His mouth curves, sharp and dangerous. Not a smile. A warning.
“What about me? Princess, this isn’t over. Not even close.” His eyes drag over me like he’s stripping me down layer by layer, claiming ground inch by inch. “You lit the match, and I’m going to burn it all the way to the ground.”
His jaw tightens, something wild flashing there before he reins it back in.
“I’ve wanted you for fucking ever. Stayed away. Told myself I wasn’t good enough for your perfect ass. Tried to pretend I could outrun this.” A low exhale. A dark, almost hungry laugh. “Turns out I’m done running.”
He leans in just enough that I feel the heat of him, the promise of him.
“There’s nothing you could do or say that would make me stay away from you. Nothing that could stop me now. You wokesomething up in me, Princess, and I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”
He seals his words with a brutal, claiming kiss that steals the air from my lungs. Teeth, tongue, heat. I barely have time to gasp before his hands snap around my wrists and slam them over my head against the wall, his body caging me in, solid and relentless, every hard line pressed into me.
I don’t want to stop touching him. Don’t want to lose the friction of skin on skin, the proof of how badly he wants me. My fingers claw at his shirt like I might drown without him.
He lets out a low, rough laugh that vibrates straight through my bones. “Baby, if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna come,” he growls. “And I want the first time you make me come to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt.” His grip tightens, possessive, commanding. “Now be a good girl and feel everything I do to you.”
One thick finger drives into my pussy and my whole body jolts like I’ve been struck by lightning. A broken sound rips out of me, hips jerking helplessly into his hand, chasing the stretch, the pressure, the burn of need.
“Oh God…”
His mouth brushes my ear, voice dark and feral. “Not God, Princess. Javi. Say it.”
“Javi,” I moan, the word tearing out of me as he pumps his finger in and out of my soaked pussy, slow at first, then deeper, harder, like he’s staking a claim inside me. My thighs tremble, muscles going weak, heat pooling low and heavy.
Then he adds another finger and I shatter.
“Oh damn. Jesus Christ.”
My head falls back against the wall as he rubs my clit with ruthless precision, his thick fingers driving into me, relentless, greedy, his body pressed hard against mine so I can feel every inch of him, his free hand keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me.
My breath comes apart in gasps and broken whimpers. “Javi,” I choke, my body already spiraling out of control. “I’m going to come.”
I come hard. Harder than I ever have in my life. The world whites out around the edges, my body locking up as the release tears through me in a rush so intense it almost scares me. My breath fractures into broken little gasps, knees trembling, nerves still buzzing like live wire under my skin. For a second I feel untethered, like I might float right out of my body if he doesn’t keep me anchored.
He slows his fingers, steadying me, bringing me back in slow, careful pieces. His mouth shifts from hunger to something soft and reverent, kissing along my neck, lingering at the sensitive curve beneath my ear, then brushing my lips with gentle, unhurried presses. The sudden tenderness after all that feral heat makes my chest tighten in a way that feels dangerously close to emotion.
He releases my wrists and helps me lower my arms, his hands firm and sure as he rubs the pins and needles out of my fingers. Then he pulls me into him, holding me close, my cheek settling against his chest, his heartbeat still heavy and fast under my ear. I breathe him in, the scent of heat and skin and him, my body still humming, soft and shaky and wrecked in the best possible way.
“Do you think anyone saw that?” I laugh, breathless and a little dazed, the words slipping out before my brain fully catches up.
“Fuck no,” he says immediately, voice rough, absolute. Possessive in a way that sends a quiet shiver through me. “I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this. If they did, I’d kill them and not give a single shit about it.”
The words shouldn’t make warmth bloom low in my belly again, but they do. Something about the certainty in his voice, the way he holds me like I’m something precious and dangerous all at once, settles into my bones and stays there.
FIFTEEN
REV
I don’t givemyself time to think. Thinking is where the cracks start, where the edges get sharp and ugly and out of control. So I move.
My hand closes around hers and I lead her through the thin wash of neon and streetlight toward my bike, her fingers still warm, still trembling just a little in my grip. I can feel the echo of her in my bones, in my blood, like my body hasn’t caught up with what just happened yet. My pulse is loud in my ears. Too loud.
Spiraling, yeah. But contained. Locked down tight behind steel walls and discipline and years of learning how to keep the monster leashed.
She lets me guide her without a word, trusting in that quiet way that hits me straight in the chest. Her shoulder brushes my arm and my attention snaps to the contact like a live wire. Every nerve in me is tuned to her. The way she walks. The way her breath sounds. The faint sway of her body beside mine.
Mine. The word lands heavy and territorial in my head. I don’t fight it. I just keep moving.
