“Amai.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, tasting the wine on her tongue. My hands moved to the waistband of her leggings, and I pulled them down along with her underwear in one smooth motion.
She was already wet.
I slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her head falling back, her hands gripping the edge of the island.
“Fuck.”
I worked her slowly, deliberately, watching the way her body responded. The way her thighs trembled. The way her breath hitched every time I curled my fingers just right.
“Look at me,” I said.
She did. Her eyes locked on mine, dark and desperate.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and tasted her. She watched, her pupils dilating, her breath coming faster.
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and freed myself. I was already hard—had been since the moment I touched her.
I pulled her to the edge of the island, positioned myself, and pushed inside her in one hard thrust.
She screamed.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard, fast, the way I needed to. The violence from earlier was still there, still burning, and this was the only way to let it out.
Layla took it. Took all of it. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs tightened around my waist, and her body met mine thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she gasped.
I obliged.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the kitchen—skin on skin, her moans, my ragged breathing. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her onto me with every thrust.
“Amai… fuck… I’m?—”
“Not yet.”
I slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. She whimpered, her whole body shaking.
“Please—”
“Not. Yet.”
I kept her on the edge, building her up and pulling her back, over and over, until she was begging.
“Please… Amai. Please?—”
I leaned down, my mouth at her ear. “Come.”
She shattered.
Her orgasm hit hard, her body clenching around me, her cries echoing off the walls. I felt it—felt her lose control, felt her surrender completely—and it pushed me over the edge.
I came with a growl, my hips jerking, my hands gripping her so tight I knew she’d have marks tomorrow.
