The door I left unlocked.
9
Chapter 9
Zoltán
Zsófia bounced above me, clammy and soft under my hands. I’d opened the balcony door in between positions because it was so hot.
It didn’t stop her moans, her soft whines.
We didn’t care who heard us.
Her voice could command anything, and I’d obey. If it were Fia who told me to throw myself off the balcony straight to hell, I’d do it.
“You were right,”she rasped, head thrown back. “It doesn’t mean anything. Not—not when we’re… oh my god.”
She trembled, collapsing on my chest, and because she was so thrown by her orgasm, I pumped into her, not too fast, keeping the pace of her riding me.
“Not when you’re mine,” I said for her.
She cried out, her breath hot against my chest, and whenshe clenched around my cock, I was going to blow.
Because I could have sworn she called out“yours,”as if she were agreeing.
I dragged her face to mine, thick, damp hair clinging to her flushed skin, and crushed our mouths together.
It wasn’t like before. Not when we had been rough, and it was more of an ownership of her mouth.
This was the two of us.
We tasted each other, tongues lapping, my hands searching the whole of her body. When her orgasm passed, she breathed deeply against my mouth, her pants rough and dirty.
And I did it again. Holding her down by her hips, I kissed her as I thrust inside, giving her everything I knew she needed. That rough edge with her pleasure.
But the kiss stayed needy. Not a claiming on my part because she was kissing me back.
Maybe we were both claiming each other out of this nightmare.
Shehadto be mine.
“You kissed me,” she whispered.
And it broke me that it surprised her. Because I’d been gutted when she walked away in that sparkly, dizzying number up to her bedroom because I hadn’t kissed her. I’d hovered at her door, needing a goodnight peck. Just a little thing. A press. A moment to show she would forgive me.
Even in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about knocking. I didn’t have the heart to find out she had locked the door.
Yet, we’d ended up here, kissing.
But… we hadn’t.
Because I’d gone to bed and her door had remainedclosed and—
And I wasdreaming.
There wasn’t a second to treasure the moment of her there in my hands, tight around me, crying out my name, before being transported out of the perfect dimension where she’d forgive and love me.
I woke with a jolt.
