A kiss was a disaster.
A kiss was power.
A kiss was love and togetherness and faith.
It was so many, many things.
But this...this was something so much more.
More.
I want more.
I want everything.
She moaned again as her tongue dove into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and rocking her hips, seeking more just like me.
I kissed her deep. I kissed her hard.
Her knees fell wide, welcoming my body to claim hers. We both needed to join. Become one.
My fingers skated down her hip to her inner thigh. She bucked, trying to free her wrists as I dipped further with questing traces.
“Jethro...let me touch you.”
“No.I’mtouchingyou.” With no hesitation, I thrust a finger inside her, mirroring the action with my tongue.
She groaned, her back flying off the bed.
Our lips never unglued, driving each other to galaxies beckoning with freedom and sanctuary.
“Oh, God.” She rode my finger, her body wet and wanting. “More. Give me more.”
I bit her bottom lip. “Your wish is my command.” I inserted another finger, driving deep, stretching wide. She was wet but so damn tight.
I wanted to fuck her so badly, but it wasn’t a simple matter of climbing on top. It never was for me. I had to prepare—had to make sure she was ready—even when it drove me to agony.
I wanted her hard and ruthless. This wasn’t making love. This wasn’t even a battle—this was a ceasefire. An admittance that we couldn’t keep fighting, but it didn’t mean we were dead.
“Kite...please, fuck me. I need you,” Nila begged between kisses.
Shit, she called me Kite again.
Every time she did, goosebumps scattered down my spine. All those nights of messaging her, getting into her head and heart—playing a game I never should’ve started—all crescendoed.
She’d slept with me as Jethro, but she hadn’t slept with me as Kite.
I lost all sense of self as I tore my fingers from her wet heat and shifted my body higher. Our eyes locked as the tip of my cock found her heat. The world stopped spinning.
There was so much to say and no words in which to speak.
Gritting my teeth, I nudged inside her.
The second I entered her, all decorum went out the fucking window.
I let go of her wrists and her hands flew downward, digging her nails into my arse and dragging me forward. Her knees came up, opening wide. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.” Her cheeks were rosy red, eyes wild.
Clutching the sheets, I thrust without warning, driving too fast and deep inside her.
