"Be specific."
"I want—" She drags in an unsteady breath. "I want whateveryouwant. All of it. I just—yes. Whateveryouwant." Her fingers curl into the front of my shirt, twisting the fabric like she needs something to hold onto. “Use me, Kade.” The words come out raw, stripped of every pretense. "Hard. Rough. However you want me—I don't care. Just fuck me and don't hold back."
Heat detonates through my chest and drops straight to my cock.
"Say that again." My voice has gone somewhere dark and quiet. "So I know you mean it."
Her chin lifts. Blue eyes, blown black. "Take what you need. However rough you need it to be."
Christ.
"You're handing me a lot of trust for a dark alley." I drop one hand to her thigh, sliding up under that excuse for a dress, slow enough to watch every flicker cross her face. No fear there. No hesitation. Just naked, blazing want. "You sure that's what you're asking for?"
"I've never been more sure of anything." She arches into my touch. A rapid pulse thrums under my fingertips as they climb higher. "You saved me tonight. You're holding back right now." Her eyes meet mine—clear, certain, burning. “Don't hold back."
"You should be scared." I find the edge of her lace—barely there. "You don't know me. Don't know what I'm capable of."
"I know exactly what you're capable of." Her hips push forward, chasing my hand. "That's why I'm not scared."
I search her eyes one more time. No doubt. No hesitation. Just that blazing, absolute certainty that mirrors the heat tearing through my chest.
"Your funeral, little bird."
I spin us, putting my broad back to the street, shielding her with my body, and slide my hand directly into her panties. Already soaking. Already swollen and desperate, like she's beenwaiting for this since the moment I pulled her onto that dance floor.
"So incredibly responsive." I lower my head, murmuring against her ear, working her with fingers that have learned her rhythm in thirty seconds flat. "How long have you been this wound up, sweetheart? Since you were grinding on my leg on that dance floor? Or just since I told that asshole to back off?"
"Since—" A sharp, ragged gasp breaks her voice as I find the right spot. "Since you called me sweetheart."
I circle her clit with my thumb while I slide two thick fingers deep inside her. She clenches around me immediately—slick and impossibly tight. A filthy satisfaction rolls through my chest.
"So fucking wet for a stranger in a dark alley.” I increase the pace, ruthless, precise. “Anyone could walk by right now."
"I don't care." The words tear out of her on a ragged breath, her hips rocking hard against my hand. "Idon't care—just don't stop. Please, don't stop."
The please wrecks me.
"Not a chance, little bird." I curl my fingers and watch her face go completely slack. "Give me every sound. I want to hear all of it."
She stops trying to muffle herself and the result—God, theresult. Her nails dig into my shoulders through my shirt, her head falls back against the brick, and the filthy, desperate sounds that pour out of her with every thrust of my hand are the best thing I've heard in years.
Each one winds me tighter, drives me closer to the edge of something I can't pull back from.
I work her harder. Faster. Track her approach to the edge with the focused attention I give to field operations—reading every micro-response, adjusting, giving her exactly what she needs until she can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but shatter.
She peaks with her whole body, clenching violently around my fingers while I swallow every sound she makes. I work her through the aftershocks until she trembles helplessly against the brick, her forehead dropping to my chest.
"Good girl." I withdraw slowly. Hold her gaze as I bring my fingers to my mouth. "Even better than I imagined."
She stares at me—blown pupils, swollen lips, thoroughly wrecked—and something shifts in her eyes. Not satisfaction.Hunger. Like the orgasm only sharpened it.
"Your turn." She works the buckle with unsteady hands.
"Wren—"
"You've been hard this whole time." She works the buckle open, pops the button, and wraps her bare fingers directly around my cock.
No barrier. Nothing between her palm and my skin.
