She’s soaked.
I groan, low and rough against her ear. "Fuck, Vi. You're dripping for me already."
She makes this helpless sound in the back of her throat, her body rocking into my hand. Panting, she whispers, "What if someone sees?"
I chuckle darkly, dragging my fingers firmly through her slick folds. "Let them. Let them see exactly who you belong to. You think I give a fuck if they know you’re mine?"
She whimpers, the sound desperate, needy.
"You want to come, don’t you? Then keep your legs open and your mouth shut unless it’s moaning my name."
Her breath catches, a strangled sound of anticipation and shame. It makes me grin. I press a kiss to her neck, slow and deliberate, as I slide one finger inside her.
She gasps.
"That’s it," I whisper. "Take it."
She shifts on my lap, pressing closer, and grinding down the slightest bit. It’s unconscious. Natural. And completely fucking lethal.
Below us, chaos continues. A couple on the couch just beneath our perch is in full display. The woman’s straddling her partner, hips slamming down in frantic rhythm. She’s loud—shameless—and her cries of pleasure carry like a siren song.
Violet watches. Eyes wide. Mouth parted.
And all the while, my fingers work between her thighs, filthy and relentless, spreading her open with rough, wet strokes. I’m not gentle—I don’t want to be. I want her messy and ruined, dripping onto my lap while I finger-fuck her hard enough to make her legs shake. Her muscles tighten against my hand. She squirms, back arching, as she tries to muffle her sounds against my shoulder.
"No," I whisper, nipping at her earlobe. "Eyes open, Kitten. I want you to watch them while you come on my lap."
Her breath hitches, turns ragged. She pants into my neck like she can’t catch her breath, her whole body vibrating with the need I’m stoking. Her hips grind on my hand, greedy for more, and chasing every pump of my fingers like it’s the only thing tethering her to this world. She’s so fucking responsive, every nerve lit, and every moan drawn straight from her core. My name slips from her lips like a prayer.
She grips my forearm, thighs shaking as I curl two fingers inside her, hitting that spot I know drives her wild. Her orgasm builds fast, reckless, and her entire body draws tight around it.
In all the chaos below—bodies fucking, moaning, and worshipping pleasure like it's holy—she's the real show. The only one that matters.
No one sees.
Only me.
She comes hard, clenched tight around my fingers, legs shaking, and hips bucking as I keep working her through it. Her come coats my hand, soaking her panties and my lap, and I fucking love it. She grips me like I’m the only solid thing in the world, nails digging into my arm as her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her eyes stay locked on the couple fucking just below us, exactly like I told her.
Good girl.
Her entire body goes slack for a second, then shudders again with an aftershock, and I don’t stop. I want her trembling, ruined, and remembering this every time she closes her eyes.
"Mine," I growl into her ear. "Every moan, and every fucking orgasm—you give those to me."
The ride home is silent, save for her soft gasps. Her body still hums with tension. Still high.
The moment the elevator doors slide shut, she turns and is on me—fast, breathless, like she’s been holding herself back for too long. Her fingers fisting into my shirt, lips brushing my jaw. Wordless. Desperate.
She doesn't care that the cameras are still rolling, doesn’t care that the world hasn’t quite let go of us yet. All she wants is to feel. And I give it to her—arms around her waist, mouth catching hers in a kiss that burns hotter than the party we just left behind.
I carry her to my bed. Not the guest suite.
Mine.
She looks at me like I’m the only thing like I am her salvation. And maybe I am.
Reaching my room, I set her down and slow our kiss. I look into her beautiful amber eyes, pupils still blown, her lips swollen from our kisses. I start to undress her. Not rough. Not hurried. Every inch of her revealed like a secret, one I’ve been aching to uncover since the moment I saw her in that damn dress.
