Then I felt him. His presence behind me, warm and solid and patient.
I turned slowly to find him watching me with that soft expression. The one that made my chest ache. His eyes were gentle. Understanding. He could literally feel my nervousness through the bond.
“Hi, little mate,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
“Hi,” I whispered back, my heart pounding as our eyes locked.
We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Then my body made the decision my brain was still debating. I walked to him, and his hands gripped my hips like he couldn’t wait another second. I looped my arms around his neck, pushed up on my toes, and crashed my lips against his.
He growled deep in his throat, fingers digging into my sides hard enough to bruise in the best way. The kiss turned hungry fast, tongues tangling as I pressed my body flush against him.
“I missed you,” he muttered against my mouth, which was ridiculous because we’d been together all day. But I understood what he meant. Missed this. Missed being able to touch each other without restraint.
“Me too,” I gasped, nipping at his lower lip.
In one swift move, he grabbed my waist and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my ankles behind him as he devoured my mouth. His tongue plunged deep, mimickingwhat I craved lower down, and I moaned, grinding my core against the thick bulge straining his pants.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, and his grip tightened, bruising my thighs. Without breaking the kiss, he started toward the stairs, carrying me like I weighed nothing. I yanked at his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him fiercer, my pussy aching for more friction against that hardness.
The apartment door flew open with a bang. He maneuvered us inside blindly, lips never leaving mine, until we hit the kitchen. He dumped me onto the table, the impact rattling the salt shaker and knocking over a mug. I didn’t give a damn, the only thing that mattered washim.
Our hands were everywhere, frantic. I clawed at his shirt buttons, popping a few in my haste, exposing his scarred chest. He didn’t bother with my top, just ripped at my pants zipper, yanking the fabric down my legs. I kicked one foot free, the other still tangled, but it didn’t stop him from shoving my thighs apart wide, stepping between them.
“Gods, Wen, look at you, spread open for me like this,” he rasped, eyes dark with lust as he freed his cock from his pants. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. I reached for it immediately, wrapping my fingers around the hot, pulsing length, stroking from base to tip. He throbbed in my grip, so hard it made my mouth water.
“Wen,” he growled, the sound a mix of warning and desperation. “You’re playing with fire but fuck, don’t stop - feel how hard you make me, little mate. All for your tight pussy.”
I pumped him faster, thumb swiping over the slit, smearing the slickness. “Mal, I need you inside me. Now.”
He hooked his fingers into my panties and pushed them aside, exposing my dripping folds. His gaze dropped, and he licked his lips. “So wet for me already. Your cunt’s begging for my cock, isn’t it? Dripping and ready to take every inch.”
“Please,” I begged, arching toward him. “Mal, please - fuck me.”
He didn’t make me wait. Lining up the blunt head of his cock at my entrance, he thrust in hard. One brutal push that stretched me wide, burying himself to the hilt. We both groaned, the sound muffled against each other’s mouths. My walls clenched around his thickness, the burn of the stretch melting into pure bliss as he filled me completely.
“Fuck, yes,” he panted, holding still for a second, letting me adjust. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, little mate, like it never wants to let go. So hot and wet around my cock. You feel perfect. Made for me.”
Then he started moving, pulling out slow before slamming back in, deep and relentless. The table screeched across the floor with each powerful thrust, my body jolting against the wood. I hooked my legs higher around his waist, meeting him halfway, my hips bucking up to take him deeper. His cock dragged along my inner walls, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“That’s it, ride my dick,” he urged, voice edged with filth. “Take it all, Wen. Let me fuck this sweet cunt until you scream. You’re mine - every thrust proves it. So good for me, clenching like that.”
I was going to die.
I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into me. Sweat slicked our bodies, the wet slap of his hips against mine filling the kitchen. He angled his thrusts, grinding his pubic bone against my clit with every plunge, building the pressure in my core until I was whimpering.
His mouth latched onto my neck, sucking hard before his tongue traced the claiming mark he’d bitten into my skin. Electricity shot straight to my pussy, making me flutter around him.
“Fuck,” I gasped, head falling back. “Mal, I’m - oh god, right there.”
“I know, little mate. I feel it. Your pussy squeezing my cock, so close to coming. You’re doing so well, taking me deep like this.” His voice was wrecked, thrusts turning erratic. “Come for me. Milk my dick with that tight heat. Let go - I’ve got you.”
He licked the mark again, teeth grazing it, and I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, my walls spasming wildly around his cock as I cried out, waves crashing over me. Juices soaked us both, my body shaking uncontrollably.
“Yes, fuck, Wen,” he groaned, hips snapping forward one last time. I felt him swell, then pulse, hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, marking me from the inside. He buried his face in my neck, shuddering as he emptied himself completely.
Still trembling from the aftershocks, I leaned forward, lips brushing his throat. I nuzzled the spot I’d fantasized about claiming, the pulse there racing under my tongue. Opening mymouth, I positioned to bite down, to seal our bond the way he had mine-
A crash echoed from downstairs. Loud enough to make us both freeze, his cock still twitching inside me, breaths ragged in the sudden silence.
