“This ismine,” I growl, thrusting again. “You’remine.”
She claws at the back of my neck, her nails digging in deep. Her lips find my jaw, my cheek, my throat, and every kiss is frantic and desperate, like she needs me as much as I need her.
I drive into her again and again, fast and hard, each thrust rocking her up the wall. Her breath catches every time I bottom out, her soft moans growing louder. Her dress is bunched around her hips, her panties still stretched to the side, and every time I slide out, I catch a glimpse of how wet she is and how much she wants this.
I bite her collarbone, not gently, and she whimpers, her body clenching in response.
“You feel that?” I growl against her skin. “That stretch? That fullness? That’s me, baby. No one else.Ever.”
Her pussy tightens even more, and her breath hitches, her eyes rolling back for a moment as she chokes on a moan. “Kaden! Oh fuck, I’m so close…”
“Then come for me,” I command, slamming into her harder. “Come while I’m inside you. Let me feel it.” I take her mouth again, devouring her, and with a strangled cry, she shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her body trembling, her pussy spasming around my cock as she rides the wave with everything she’s got. She cries out my name, loud and raw, and that’s all it takes.
I growl into her neck, thrusting up one final time, and explode deep inside her. Hot, pulsing release surges through me, my cock jerking with every spurt as she milks me dry. My whole body goes taut, shaking with the force of my release.
I keep grinding into her, drawing it out, riding it with her until we’re both boneless and breathless.
My teeth release their hold on her neck, and I trail soft kisses over the mark I left—my mark.
She clings to me, her head resting against mine as we pant in unison.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, brushing her hair off her damp cheek.
She giggles, her fingers ghosting up my spine, still catching her breath. “You keep doing that to me, I’m gonna need a wheelchair for the rest of this tour.”
“Not sorry,” I murmur, smirking as I slowly let her slide down my body, her feet finally touching the floor.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Our heads jerk toward the door.
“Who in the hell?” Effa pants.
I groan, pulling out and setting her down.
We fix ourselves quickly.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Effa? Are you in there?” Alana’s voice floats inside.
Effa laughs breathily, raking a hand through her hair and opening the door. “Hey, how are you?”
Alana gives her a knowing look. “Sorry to interrupt whatever that was, but we gotta go. Everyone’s waiting.”
I frown, moving into view. “Wait, what? We’ve got another hour.”
Alana shakes her head. “Change of plans. Some security thing. Luke said we’re heading to the arena now.”
Effa glances at me.
I steel myself.
Because ready or not…
I’m about to see fucking Jett.
