Slamming my mouth onto hers, I swallow her moans, the sounds almost as intoxicating as the feel of her coming apart on my cock. It makes my cock throb painfully with need, my own release coiling tighter at the base of my spine.
Breaking the kiss, I lift her up and flip her onto her stomach in one fluid motion. Gripping her hips, I guide her onto her hands and knees, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy is swollen, pink, and dripping with her arousal as I run my tongue through her folds.
She gasps as I push my tongue inside her, fucking her and savoring her taste one more time. The intimacy of it, the surrender in the way she pushes back against my mouth, makes something dangerous bloom in my chest. Placing my palm between her shoulder blades, I push her down until she's on herelbows with her ass in the air, presenting herself to me completely.
Without warning, I pull my tongue free and slam my thick cock into her. The sudden stretch makes her cry out, but I don't give her time to adjust. I drive into her with unwavering focus, my balls slamming against her with every thrust. This is raw, primal, both of us chasing something beyond physical release.
Curving my body over her, I reach around with my left hand and cup her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers, and giving it a twist that makes her back arch into my chest. I hold her firmly with my right hand as I continue to brutally pound into her, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.
Her body is on fire as I tell her how good she feels on my cock and how I love how her pussy grips it, how she was made for me, how I'm never letting her go. She curls her fingers into the sheets, throwing her hips back to meet each thrust, taking everything I give her and demanding more.
Her body pulses around me as she spirals closer to the edge. I can feel her getting close, can sense the way her entire being is focused on that approaching crest.
“Now Rowan!” I demand. “Come for me.”
Her orgasm tears through her, her entire body convulsing with the force of it. “Yes! Kiren!” she screams, choking on my name.
“Blyat!” I swear in Russian as the muscles in my back tighten, and I explode inside her, my release ripping through me withan intensity that borders on pain. White-hot pleasure surges through every nerve ending as I empty myself inside her.
I continue thrusting until every drop of my hot come has been released, until I'm completely spent. Only then do I loosen my grip on her, gentling my hold as the last aftershocks ripple through both of us.
We collapse together onto the bed, our breathing harsh in the quiet room. I gather her against my chest, unwilling to let her go yet, needing to feel her warmth, her softness. She fits perfectly in my arms, her head tucked beneath my chin.
“That was…” she begins, her voice hoarse.
“Inevitable,” I finish softly, pressing a kiss to her sweat-dampened temple.
She laughs quietly, the sound vibrating through me. “I was going to say incredible, but inevitable works too.”
Silence returns, comfortable this time. She traces a slow line along my collarbone, thoughtful and unguarded. Nothing about her posture suggests reservation. Nothing suggests expectation either. She’s simply here, present in her body, in the moment.
I let my arm tighten around her, just enough to keep her close. I don’t comment on it. I don’t need to. The instinct sits low and solid in my chest, unfamiliar only in its immediacy.
She moves after a while, propping herself up on one elbow. “I should go,” she says, not apologetic or uncertain.
I nod. “I know.”
She studies my face for a heartbeat, then leans in and presses a brief kiss to my mouth. When she pulls back, there’s a softness in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
I watch her leave without stopping her.
Some things don’t announce themselves when they change. They simply take their place.
7
ROWAN
I wake up before my alarm. The windows are still dark, the apartment quiet in a way that pulls me fully awake. The heat hisses softly in the background. I remain still for several seconds, running a quiet internal check the way I always do. The mattress supports my spine evenly. My neck feels loose. My calves ache faintly from too many hours on my feet this week. My pulse, however, is elevated beyond what makes sense for a body at rest.
That’s when last night comes back to me. Kiren’s hands, warm and certain, spanned my waist like he knew exactly where they belonged. The penthouse windows glowed with the city spread out beneath us. His mouth at my shoulder, the low sound he made when I moved closer. The way he pushed me past my own limits more than once.
I close my eyes and inhale through my nose slowly, then release the breath the same way. The image doesn’t dissolve. Itsharpens.
This is inconvenient.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and plant my feet on the floor, centering myself in the cool wood beneath my soles. The room is exactly as I left it. Blinds drawn. Lamp off. Shoes aligned near the door. Nothing disturbed. No sign that last night altered the physical order of my life, even if it disrupted something I’m not ready to deal with.
I stand and head for the bathroom, avoiding the mirror. I’m not interested in revisiting last night yet. Steam fills the room as the shower warms, fogging the glass and softening the space. I step under the spray and let the water hit my shoulders, hot enough to sting without crossing into pain.
