‘You’re so hot when you’re angry. Cheeks the fire of defiance, such rebellious hell.’ Leaning into me, he kisses the sensitive skin behind my ear. ‘It’s almost worth falling out with you.’
I can’t hold out any longer. Despite all that happened at the pool, despite how sometimes he pushes me, my response is purely instinctive. My body melts into his, breath leaving my chest in a needy groan.
‘Stubborn little kitten. Even through your temper, your body responded just as clearly as your mouth said no.’
Not sure how that works, I don’t answer, shivering further as he runs his fingers under the elastic at my hips. With a deliberate slowness, he slides the tiny garment down my legs, travelling with them, and as an encore, grazes my cheeks with his teeth.
As he stands, he pulls me against him, arms circling my waist. ‘Am I doing this properly now?’
‘Shush,’ I whisper, pushing back against him, wanting to be absorbed into his skin. ‘Don’t talk.’
‘No?’ he taunts, entwining his fingers with mine, and raising them to the back of his neck. My breasts rise and tighten. ‘Just look at how good we are together.’ He runs the backs of his fingers down my arms until my breasts are full in his hands. ‘Something as good as this should never be fought. I want. You want.’
His reprimand washes over me, and I raise my eyes, taking a good look at the girl in his arms. Skin flushed, her chest rises and falls slowly as she stares back; desirous, carnal and hungry-eyed. His luxurious hair in my hands, I pull on the ends. He grinds into me, his breath harsh and eyes avid as he watches our reflections, the pads of his thumbs rubbing my hard nipples.
‘Because I want to be buried in you,’ he rasps.
‘Now,’ I demand. His words, slick and dark, pulse through my insides as he bends forward, the momentum leaning my body over the dresser.
‘Palms flat,’ he growls, so commanding. So fucking hot.
With no further thoughts of resistance, I place them wide, the wood warm beneath my hands.
Pushing the weight of my ponytail over my shoulder, he holds my hips firmly.
‘Good,’ he whispers. ‘Now widen your stance.’
Isodon’t need to be told twice.
A hand dips between my legs, caressing my now slick ribbon of flesh. I exhale a shaking breath against the mirror, the misting as obvious as my need and desire for Kai. Lowering my head, I don’t watch as his hands pull my hips back. I fall against my forearms, the wood unforgiving against my right elbow.
His hands leave me for a moment; the loosening of cloth, the tearing of foil. All the while, I am very still.
Feather-light strokes draw down my back, skimming over my skin and dipping lower as he bends his knees. He enters me without preamble, hard and fast. The feeling is intense and I call out, the pressure overwhelming. I’m deeply filled, expanded, my trembling muscles clenching around his stillness.
‘See how good you look. Under me,’ he rasps. He holds my hips, almost painfully so, the tips of his fingers digging into my flesh.
As he withdraws almost fully, I mourn the loss aloud.
‘Did you enjoy having himhere,’ he growls, propelling forward.
Fingers press into me deeper as he thrusts; I’m on my toes, pushed forward by the momentum of his body as my insides continue to clench and pulse. Lost in his words, his action, maybe my response should be anger, but the dark recesses of my mind are empty of recrimination. For both of us.
‘You wanted this, wanted to make me jealous,’ he rasps.
‘No,’ I groan and push back against him, lowering my head.
‘Look at me,’ he demands. ‘Who do you want?’
‘You.’
This one word has a licentiousness all of its own as I thrust back against him.
‘And who belongshere?’ With a collision of flesh, he highlights his point.
‘You,’ I moan loudly, driven forward once more. I strain to stay high, despite my platform heels as pushed onto my toes as my calves begin to sting.
‘Look,’ he growls. A sharp tug at the base of my skull causes my head to shoot up—his reflection holds my ponytail in his curled fist. I’m not sure whether I’m more shocked by his action or where the tug resonates, but the mirror reflects a truth on my face, so pure and raw it’s startling. It amplifies all sensation as his hips begin to flex once more. Lost, I push back against him, my body imploring him for release.
