I grin wide and scramble to comply, flipping over as he strips off his shirt. He moves behind me immediately, fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants and yanking my ass up in one smooth pull. My knees fly up to the mattress, and I giggle as he drags my harem pants and G-string down in one swift motion, taking my ballet flats with them, until I’m bare.
He steps back off the edge of the bed, and I stay where he left me, knees on the mattress, weight on my elbows, head down, ass in the air, while he strips off the rest of his clothes and walks to the door to lock it. I smile to myself.
Kiera’s here.
Gran likely is too by now.
We’ll have to keep quiet.
He moves back to the bed, standing over me, and I can feel his gaze like heat on my skin. “Fucking hell,” he breathes, shaking his head slowly. “You’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” His hands take hold of my ass in a firm, deliberate grip, squeezing before one hand trails down the back of my thigh. Slow, teasing, barely touching, and my breath picks up immediately. His fingers edge inward, creeping closer to my center, and I’m already aching by the time he gets near. He skims the edge of my folds, and I rock back instinctively.
A sharp slap lands on my ass.
The sting reverberates through my cheek in a wave of pleasurable pain. I jolt and look back at him, smirking.
He grins back, utterly unrepentant. “We’re doing this my way. Don’t rush me, Effa.”
I wiggle my hips back into position, and he soothes the sting with his palm before his fingers trace upward again. I clench my eyes shut. His touch is everything right now, slow, deliberate, maddeningly close, and by the time he finally makes contact with my clit, my back arches sharply. I swallow hard and bite down on my bottom lip, trapping every sound I want to make as he circles me at a steady pace. He’s winding me up fast, and the fact that my body is reacting exactly the way it always has…
Thank Gaia. That hasn’t changed.
He moves in close behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass, adding pressure to the heat already building inside me. He grinds forward while his fingers keep working, and a small moan escapes despite my best effort. The warmth spreading through me sharpens, I tense for a second, wondering if a hot flash is rolling in, but it’s quickly overtaken by a shiver running straight down my spine. Flames ignite, and my breath comes in short, sharp pulls.
This is a good heat.
Agreatheat.
A bead of sweat forms at my brow, lights dance behind my eyes, and my fists tighten on the sheets. I grit my teeth and fall apart, a powerful, rolling climax that steals the air from my lungs. My forehead drops to the mattress as I pant through it, desperate to stay quiet.
He doesn’t give me a second to recover. “Good girl. Hold still and let me do all the work.”
One hand moves to my hip, and the other fists in my hair, not harsh, but firm, just enough to make me gasp and smile beforehe tilts my head back. His fingers press into my hip, and then he thrusts into me from behind with a single, deep movement that fills me completely.
I bite down hard on a moan.
He stills, letting me adjust, both of us panting in the sudden quiet of being joined. He’s so deep I can barely breathe, and I wonder briefly if I can take him moving at all.
Then he pulls back and thrusts forward.
I grit my teeth and hold on.
He builds a rhythm, relentless, controlled, his fist tight in my hair, fingers pressed into my skin, working me on and off him like he has all the time in the world and every intention of using it. He’s keeping me locked in place, making sure I’m doing none of the work, and it’s so unbearably good that my head spins. This kind of sex with Kaden, him taking over, dictating the pace, holding me exactly where he wants me, it’s electric in a way that nothing else is.
He angles on a deeper thrust, and the new sensation punches through me with a gasp. His breathing is heavier now, ragged at the edges, and I feel the throb building between my legs, hot and urgent.
“I’m close,” I murmur.
He growls in response, yanking my head back further until I’m staring up at the ceiling, throat exposed, completely at his mercy. His lips drop to my ear. “That’s it,” he breathes, voice rough and barely above a whisper. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
I stop fighting the stillness and let my hips roll to meet him, riding out the wave that’s already cresting. He doesn’t punish me for it this time.
“Good girl.” The words are low, pressed into the shell of my ear like a reward. “So fucking good for me.”
He thrusts deeper, faster, and his grip in my hair tightens. “You feel that?” His voice is a dark rasp. “That’smine. You’remine. Every single inch.”
The sound of skin meeting skin and our frantic, muffled breathing fills the room.
The heat crests and breaks, it slams into me, like every nerve ending fires at once. My whole body lights up from the inside, a white-hot rush that starts deep in my core and radiates outward, down my thighs, up my spine, all the way to my fingertips. My back arches sharply off the mattress, my spine curling like it’s trying to chase the feeling, and my breath catches so hard it almost hurts. I squeeze my eyes shut, and all I can see are bursts of light dancing behind my lids, bright, flickering, and endless.
