She matters.
The words echo in my skull like a gunshot in an empty room. Mine in a way I can’t undo, in a way that sinks deeper, hooks into the parts of me I thought were dead long ago.
The panic from watching her lean back over that edge hasn’t faded; it’s twisted into something hotter, hungrier. Like I need to bury myself in her to prove she’s still here, still breathing, still mine.
I crash my mouth down on hers.
Hard. Possessive. My lips bruise against hers, tongue invading like I’m claiming territory I’ve already mapped but need to remind myself of.
She gasps into it, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing away.
Her taste floods me—sweet and sharp, like the edge of a knife dipped in honey—and I groan low in my throat, the sound vibrating between us.
My hands move without thought, one sliding up her thigh, feeling the rough weave of those fishnets under my palm.
They snag on my calluses, and I want to rip them to shreds. The skirt hitches up easy as I shove it higher, exposing more skin, more of her. She’s bare under the fishnets, no panties, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut.
Fuck.
My cock strains against my jeans, aching already.
I break the kiss just enough to drag my mouth down her neck, biting the pulse point where her heart hammers. She arches, a soft whimper escaping, and it’s not the bite I expected—it’s surrender, raw and real.
My fingers hook into the fishnets between her thighs, and I tear them open with one sharp yank. The rip echoes in the night air, louder than the city below, and she shudders under me, her legs parting on instinct.
I drop lower, shouldering her thighs wider, my breath hot against her core.
She’s wet already, glistening in the dim city glow, and the sight of her—exposed, ready, mine, sends a visceral ache through me.
Not just want.Need.
Like if I don’t taste her now, I’ll lose something vital. I don’t tease. I dive in, tongue flat and firm, licking up her slit in one long stroke that makes her hips buck.
She cries out, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but I don’t stop. I devour her, sucking her clit, thrusting my tongue inside, feeling her clench around it. Her moans are broken, desperate, and I chase every one, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her open, bruising her skin because I can’t help it.
She’s everywhere, her scent, her taste, the way she trembles—and it’s not enough. It’sneverfucking enough.
Her orgasm builds fast; I feel it in the way her muscles tense, her breaths turning ragged.
I feel it—the exact moment her body starts to coil tight, thighs trembling around my head, her fingers yanking at my hair like she’s trying to anchor herself to the edge. She’s right there, teetering, hips rolling shamelessly against my mouth, chasing the release I’m giving her.
Not yet.
I pull back abruptly, lips slick with her, and she whines—high, frustrated, the sound slicing straight to my cock. Her eyes snap open, glassy and furious, chest heaving.
“Maksim—”
“No.” My voice is gravel, low and final. I rise over her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, never breaking eye contact. “You don’t come until you’re on my cock.”
Her lips part on a protest, but I don’t give her time to form it. I hook one arm under her waist, the other under her ass, and haul her up in one brutal motion. She’s light when she’s not fighting me, legs instinctively wrapping around my hips as I carry her across the rooftop gravel toward the heavy metal door that leads back inside. Her skirt is still bunched at her waist, torn fishnets framing the wet shine between her thighs, and every step rubs her against the hard ridge of me through my jeans.
I slam her back against the rough brick wall beside the door—not gentle, but careful enough that her head doesn’t crack against it. She gaspsat the impact, nails digging into my shoulders, but her legs tighten around me like she’s afraid I’ll let go.
I won’t.
My mouth crashes back to hers while one hand fumbles between us, ripping my jeans open. My cock springs free—thick, heavy, the metal bars are warm from my body, ridged and unyielding.
I notch myself at her entrance, slick and swollen from my tongue, and push in slow, deliberate, letting her feel every inch as I sink deep.
