Nora’s gaze is hungry as she takes in my body, her lips parting slightly. “You’re not wrong,” she admits, her voice low.
I crawl back onto the bed, my knees bracketing her hips as I lean over her. Her hands immediately reach for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking me slowly. “You’re so hard,” she breathes, her thumb brushing the tip.
“All for you,” I growl, capturing her wrist and guiding her hand to her entrance. “Get me wet.”
She complies, her fingers sliding through her arousal before wrapping around me again. I hiss at the sensation, the combination of her tightness and her slickness driving me wild. “Enough teasing,” I say, my voice rough. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her.
“Max…” she moans, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Please.”
It’s all I need.
I smirk, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “Now I’ll make you forget your own name,” I promise, thrusting into her in one slow, deliberate motion.
She gasps, her head tipping back as I fill her completely. Her walls are tight, gripping me like a glove, and I can feel her heat enveloping me.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You feel… goddamn.”
“Move,” she demands, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
I pull back slowly, savoring the way her body stretches around me, before slamming into her with controlled force. The mattress barely shifts, but Nora’s breath hitches, her eyes squeezing shut as she bites her lip. “Quiet,” I remind her, my voice a warning.
She nods, her hands tangling in my hair as I set a steady rhythm, thrusting into her with a mix of power and precision. Her body meets mine with equal urgency, her hips rising to meet each stroke. Thesound of our skin slapping together fills the room, a primal rhythm that drives us both closer to the edge.
“Max,” she pants, her voice strained. “Harder.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I grip her hips, lifting her to meet my thrusts as I pound into her with relentless force.
I lose myself in her completely—her skin, her breath, the way she whimpers when I whisper filthy things in her ear. And when she comes, trembling, gasping, her body pulsing around me, I follow her straight into oblivion.
I collapse onto her with a groan, my body heavy, my heart hammering.
For a few seconds, all I hear is our breathing. The soft rumble of the road. The quiet creak of the pod as we come down.
Nora shifts beneath me, brushing my damp hair back from my face. “We’re going to get caught one of these days.”
I grin into her neck. “Worth it.”
She smacks my arm weakly. I kiss the inside of her wrist in apology. Or maybe a warning for next time.
We stay tangled together, limbs intertwined, legs half-covered in the cashmere blanket she dragged from the lounge. She exhales against my collarbone.
“This pod should not be this comfortable,” she murmurs sleepily.
I pull her closer.
“This pod was designed for sin.”
She laughs—muffled, content, completely at ease.
And somehow, I’ve never been this happy in my pod.
Not because of where we are.
But because she’s here.
23
NORA
