My hands slide over his shoulders, linking behind his neck, my pulse thundering—not just from him, but from the thrill of where we are, how close, how exposed.
He thrusts a second finger inside as his touch deepens, and my breath stutters, chasing the sensation I know only he can give me.
“Trey…” I whimper, but it isn’t a warning. It never is.
“Let go, baby,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice thick with barely restrained desire. “Use me. Ride my fingers.”
The command unravels me.
My grip tightens in his hair as his rhythm takes over, steady and certain, pulling me under, his mouth claiming mine in a devouring kiss filled with bites and harsh licks. It’s so wild that it makes my knees weaken.
He’s losing control, and God help me… I love it.
When he pulls back, his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, filled with promise, with hunger that makes my breath catch all over again. I can feel myself tipping, slipping closer to the edge, my body no longer my own.
The hand on my nape tightens, as he watches. Every reaction, every breath, like it belongs to him.
“Cum on my fingers, Dove, I want to taste you.” He growls, low and commanding, his voice the final undoing.
I fall apart against him, barely able to stay upright as the wave crashes through me, my body trembling in his hold while he keeps me there, steady, guiding me through every aftershock until I can breathe again.
Slowly, like he’s in no rush at all, he removes his fingers.
His gaze stays locked on mine as he brings his hand up between us, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his expression shifting into something darker, more satisfied.
“Fuck…” he exhales, a slow grin pulling at his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tell me we can leave so I can dance with you naked back at the hotel.”
I tilt my head slightly, my lips brushing his jaw.
“We can leave.”
A small smile touches my lips, my fingers sliding up into his hair, holding him there as I meet his gaze fully.
“And I don’t want you to hold back when we get there. I want you. All of you. Everything you have to give.”
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
His eyes spark in a way that sends a sharp, electric pulse straight through me, his control shifting from restraint into something far more dangerous—something focused.
His hand takes my wrist as he leans in one last time, his mouth bruising mine in a kiss that is anything but soft.
“I’m your fucking genie, baby. Your wish is my command.” he says against my lips, his voice rough. He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear, voice dropping just enough to make my stomach tighten.
“And tonight…” he murmurs, “I’m taking my time with you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trey
Babygirl – DVRKTHORN
The elevator ride up is quiet, but there’s nothing calm about it—only a taut, humming tension that presses in from all sides as Seraphina stands beside me, her shoulder brushing mine with every subtle shift of the lift, her breathing still uneven, her lips parted like she hasn’t quite come back down yet, and I feel it all over again—low, sharp, coiling tight in my gut in a way that demands action I’m barely holding back.
My gaze drops to her.
She’s already looking up at me.
And that—fuck—that nearly undoes me.
