I kiss him.
Felix makes a sound low in his throat and deepens the kiss, his control fracturing enough that I feel the restraint it costs him to keep the touch measured. His hand slides up from my waist to tangle in my hair, angling my head to take the kiss deeper.
I’ve been kissed before—awkward fumbling in college, a few dates that went nowhere—but nothing prepared me for this. For the way Felix kisses like he’s claiming territory, possessive and thorough, demanding response I give without thinking.
My back hits the wall beside the bed. I don’t remember moving, but suddenly Felix is pressing against me fully, one hand still in my hair while the other grips my hip hard enoughto leave marks. The solid weight of him pins me in place, and instead of panic, heat floods through my entire body.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, teeth grazing skin that’s never been touched this way. I gasp, head tilting back automatically to give him better access.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my throat, voice rough.
“I don’t know.” The honesty escapes before I can filter it.
He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, his pale gaze dark with desire that makes my pulse jump. “Then I’ll show you.”
His hand slides from my hip down to my thigh, fingers finding the hem of my dress and pushing the fabric up slowly.
When his fingers brush against bare skin above my knee, I make a sound I don’t recognize and pull him closer instead.
Felix groans, the sound vibrating against my throat where his mouth has returned. His hand continues upward, mapping the soft curve of my thigh with touches that feel exploratory and possessive in equal measure.
“You’re shaking,” he observes, fingers pausing just below the edge of my underwear.
“I’m fine.” The lie is transparent.
“You’re nervous.” He kisses along my collarbone, teeth catching briefly before soothing with his tongue. “You want this anyway.”
The observation strips away pretense I was clinging to.
His fingers slide higher, brushing against fabric that’s already damp with arousal I can’t hide. The touch is light, testing, and my hips roll forward involuntarily seeking more pressure.
His fingers slide beneath the fabric and find wet heat that makes him curse softly against my throat.
The sensation overwhelms immediately—his hand between my thighs, his body pinning me against the wall, his mouth working across skin that’s hypersensitive to every touch. I grab his shoulders for stability, fingers digging into muscle as he explores with the same methodical precision he applies to everything.
When he finds my clit, it makes me gasp sharply. He focuses there with deliberate attention. Pressure builds fast and overwhelming, sensation layering until I can’t think past the need for more.
“Felix—” His name comes out broken, desperate.
“I know.” His free hand slides up to cup my breast through the dress, thumb brushing across the nipple that’s hardened into a visible peak. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
The dual stimulation pushes me over an edge I didn’t know I was approaching. Pleasure crashes through me in waves that make my legs give out, Felix’s grip the only thing keeping me upright as I shudder against him.
He works me through it, touch gentling as aftershocks roll through my body, his mouth pressing soft kisses against my temple that feel incongruous with everything else about this moment.
When I can breathe again, awareness returns with mortifying clarity.
Felix pulls back enough to meet my eyes, his expression unreadable except for the desire still evident in his darkened gaze and the visible evidence pressing against my hip.
“That was…” I can’t finish the sentence.
“A start.” He releases me carefully, steadying me when my legs threaten to buckle. “We’re stopping here.”
Confusion cuts through the post-orgasm haze. “What?”
“You’re not ready for more.” He steps back deliberately, putting space between us that feels almost painful. “When you come to me completely, it will be your choice.”
The control it costs him is visible in the tension coiled through his shoulders, the deliberate steadiness of his movements as he crosses to the bathroom and closes the door behind him.
