It hit me like a punch to the chest.
“Then let’s make it happen,” I growled, and crashed my mouth to hers—no patience, no hesitation. Just heat, hunger, and the need to mark her with every kiss, every touch.
My hands slid lower as our mouths moved in sync, her body molding to mine like she was made for this. For me. Her skin burned under my palms, and I wanted to learn every inch of her—wanted to wreck her and worship her in the same breath.
This wasn’t just about possession.
It was devotion. It was fucking destiny.
Everything else fell away—the noise, the past, the shit that brought us here. None of it mattered. Just her and me, tangled in something that felt holy in its chaos.
Under the stars and the shadows, with her lips on mine and her body trembling beneath my hands, I knew one thing for sure.
She was mine.
And I wasn’t letting her go.
I dropped to my knees, the cold concrete biting into my skin through my jeans, but I didn’t care. Not when she was standing above me, her breaths coming fast and shallow, her eyes dark with need.
My hands found the waistband of her panties, fingers hooking into the delicate fabric. One swift motion and they tore apart in my hands, the sound sharp in the quiet night.
“Nick…” she breathed, voice trembling.
I looked up at her from beneath hooded eyes. “Don’t move,” I ordered. My tone was rough, a command wrapped in a promise.
I kissed up her thigh, slow and deliberate, each touch meant to worship. Her skin was soft, warm under my lips. The closer I got to her center, the more her legs trembled.
When I reached her mound, I paused for just a moment—let the anticipation build. Then I pressed my tongue against her folds and moaned at the taste of her.
“You fucking taste decadent,” I growled against her skin. “I’m addicted to your pussy, princess.”
I licked again, deeper this time, savoring every second. Her taste was like nothing else—sweet and heady and entirely hers. I couldn’t get enough.
“When you come,” I murmured between strokes of my tongue, “I want it all over my face. I want your come dripping down my chin.”
Her moan was high and desperate, a sound that shot straight through me.
“That’s it,” I urged her on. “Loud. I want them to hear how you’ll let your husband eat out your pussy like this where anyone can see you.”
She gasped at that, her hands fisting in my hair as if she needed something to hold onto.
My fingers found their way inside her slick heat, sliding in deep as my tongue continued its assault on her clit. She arched against me, hips bucking as she chased the pleasure building inside her.
Her walls clenched around my fingers with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, more frantic—the sounds echoing off the buildings around us like a symphony of need.
“Fuck,” she gasped out, voice cracking on the word.
Her body trembled harder now, muscles tightening as she neared the edge. My tongue moved faster, fingers curling just right inside her until she shattered with a cry that sent shivers down my spine.
She came hard, juices flooding over my tongue and dripping down my chin just like I’d wanted. It was everything—her pleasure tangible and real and mine to consume.
I didn’t stop until she was spent, panting above me with legs barely holding her up. Only then did I pull back slightly, looking up at her with a grin that felt feral on my lips.
“Good girl,” I murmured softly before standing up to kiss her again—letting her taste herself on my lips.
She clung to me like she was afraid to let go—her breaths still uneven but slowing now as reality seeped back in around us.
“You’re mine,” I whispered against her mouth—a promise more than anything else.
