“Kaden,” she cries.
That’s it.
That’s the sound I needed.
I drive her higher, faster, my thumb finding her clit as I feel her begin to tighten around me. The moment I make contact she jolts, a sharp cry escaping her that she tries to muffle against my shoulder. I don’t let her. I pull back enough to see her face, because I want to watch every second of this. I want to seeexactlywhat I do to her.
“Don’t hide from me,” I growl. “Let me hear you.”
She whimpers, her hips rolling to meet each thrust, chasing the pressure of my thumb as I work slow, deliberate circles against her. Her thighs clamp around me, her whole body coilingtighter, and I can feel it, the way she’s winding up, climbing, getting closer to the edge she’s desperate to fall over.
I slow down.
She makes a sound that’s half moan, half outrage, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to sting.
“Kaden,” His name comes out wrecked, pleading.
“I know.” I smirk against her cheek. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t you dare stop!”
I pull back almost entirely, just the tip, holding there, my thumb stilling. She trembles violently, her breath sawing in and out, her body shaking with the effort of holding herself at that precipice.
“Kaden.”
“Say it.”
“You.” The word tears out of her, raw and unguarded. “I wantyou. All ofyou. Please!”
That’s enough.
More than enough.
I drive back into her in one hard stroke and she cries out, loud and unashamed, her back arching as I set the pace again, harder than before, deeper, relentless. My thumb resumes its rhythm against her clit, matching every thrust, and I watch her face the entire time. Watch the flush crawl up her chest and neck. Watch her lips part around sounds she can’t contain. Watch her eyes glaze and her brow crease with the concentrated, desperate effort of chasing what I’m giving her.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
My free hand slides up her sternum, slow and deliberate, until my palm wraps around her throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Just enough pressure to feel her pulse hammering against my fingers, rapid, wild and entirely because of me.
Her eyes snap to mine.
Something electric moves through them, not fear, something darker and more honest than that.
Want.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my grip tightening fractionally, and her whole body shudders in response, clenching around me so hard I nearly lose my rhythm.
Jesus.
“You like that,” I say. It isn’t a question.
She can’t speak. She just holds my gaze, pupils blown so wide there’s almost nothing left of the green, her lips parted, her pulse going absolutely frantic beneath my palm. The combination of my thumb on her clit, my cock driving into her, and my hand at her throat has completely dismantled her, and the sight of it, of her, like this, completely undone and trusting me with every single piece of it, hits me somewhere deep and irreversible.
“That’s it,” I breathe, my lips dropping to her ear. “Right there. Stay with me.”
“I can’t… I’m going to… Kaden, I—”
I tighten my grip at her throat just slightly, tipping her chin up, holding her eyes locked on mine. “I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Let go.”
