“I know, you did so well.” He smiles down at me.Fuck,he is so handsome, with that square jaw, dark stubble scatteredacross it, his hair now floppy from drying in the air. He lifts me gently before pushing away my plates and placing me on the end of the table. The loss of it makes me gasp. He then reaches down and grabs the dildo, and I watch as he licks it. My eyes widen as I watch him slowly lick my wetness off the silicon.
“Told you I needed something sweet, and fuck, Summer, you are so sweet.” He groans as he continues to lick.
What is happening? My body is on fire again, and I’m very confused.
“Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” He hums, licking it one last time before throwing it onto the table. It lands with a thud.
We just stare at each other for a moment.
“Summer?”
I bite my bottom lip as I continue to stare at him. How was that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
4
KAIRO
"Summer?"
She’s staring at me from the edge of the table, biting her bottom lip. The look in her eyes isn’t fear, and it isn’t defiance either. It’s hunger, something I didn’t plan foryet. I’ve waited seven years for this moment, every detail mapped out, every crack in her armor measured and exploited.But this?This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight.
She launches off the table and crashes into me. Her mouth collides with mine like she’s starving, her hands fist in my shirt, nails digging in hard enough to sting. For one dangerous second, my control vanishes. I catch her, one arm banding around her waist, the other gripping the back of her neck, and I kiss her back like I’ve been dying to for years.
She tastes like champagne, salt, and my own blood.
I spin her around and bend her over the table. I need to be inside her. Plates scatter, and a glass shatters on the marble as I shove the red silk up over her hips and groan at the sight of her, bare, glistening,perfect.
“Kairo …” She says my name like a prayer and a curse.
I free my cock and push inside her in one rough thrust. She cries out, back arching, fingers clawing at the tablecloth. She’s impossibly tight and hot, wetter than she has any right to be after everything I’ve already put her through tonight. I don’t give her time to adjust, I fuck her hard and deep, as the table scrapes across the marble with every brutal thrust.
More plates crash, the champagne bottle tips and explodes in a wet shatter, and I don’t care. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back.
“Look at me while I ruin you.”
Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, glassy, desperate, tears clinging to her lashes. She pushes back against me, meeting every thrust like she needs this as badly as I do. The candles flicker wildly beside us as hot wax spills across the white linen. I reach for one of the candles without pulling out of her, and she whimpers when she sees it.
I tilt it.
A thin stream of hot red wax lands across her lower back. Summer gasps sharply, her pussy clenching violently around my cock, and the sound she makes goes straight to my balls.
“Fuck …” she chokes out.
I pour another line higher up, watching the wax harden on her skin as I keep fucking her. Every drop makes her tighten, makes her moan louder as her thighs shake against the edge of the table. I then set the candle down, grip her hips with both hands, and drive into her. The table lurches forward as another plate hits the floor.
She comes suddenly, violently, crying out my name as her walls pulse around me. I grit my teeth and hold back, fucking her through it until she’s shaking and sobbing. I pull out, flip her onto her back in one rough motion, and shove back inside her with a single brutal stroke. Her legs wrap around my waist,pulling me deeper. I reach for the candle again without slowing down, the flame flickering wildly as I tilt it over her chest.
Hot red wax spills across her breasts.
Summer arches sharply with a broken cry, her nipples tightening instantly as the wax lands on sensitive skin. Another stream, then another, thick drops rolling over her curves, hardening fast. Her pussy clenches viciously around my cock with every splash of heat.
“Fuck … Kairo!” she screams.
The mix of pain and pleasure makes her eyes roll back. I keep thrusting deep and steady, watching the red wax streak across her tits while I fuck her. She looks obscene like this, flushed, marked by me, completely ruined on my dinner table. I set the candle aside, lean down, and drag my tongue over one wax-covered nipple, tasting wax and salt and her. She shudders hard, another orgasm already building. I bite down gently on the hardened wax, peeling a piece off with my teeth while I grind deep inside her. She moans, loud and broken, her hands flying into my hair, nails scraping my scalp. I can feel her tightening again, fluttering around my cock.
“Come for me again,” I growl against her breast. “Let me feel you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
She does.
