Page 211 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

She shudders. “Xander⁠—”

“I need you,” I rasp.

She jerks her head in a desperate little nod. I kiss her so hard she moans into me, her body weightless against the glass as I bend her back with my grip.

She feels so fucking small in my hands, the perfect leverage for roughness and care, both at once.

My fingers slide down, wedge beneath the waistband of her leggings, and she shivers when skin meets skin. She gasps, a high, pleading sound, as I draw tight circles dipping into heat.

She’s wet already, legs parting for me with zero hesitation, face bold and open beneath city light. I want to devour every inch of her, but I force myself to go slow.

“You ever been fucked overlooking the city before?” I whisper it against her lips, but my hand climbs farther in, cupping her through damp cotton while the world blurs around us.

Nothing left but her heat and the city and the pulse under my tongue as I bite her lip. She shakes and arches, her wrists twisting in my grip but never trying to pull away. Instead she presses closer, hungry for more.

She blinks up at me, pupils wide, the twist of her lips a dare and an invocation both.

“People could see us,” she says, but it’s almost a question.

“Let them.” I press my mouth to the hollow of her throat, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin.

Her hips buck into my hand and I rub her clit harder, wet through my palm now. She moans, and I clamp one hand over her mouth just enough to muffle the noise that would otherwise have the entire floor listening in.

She grinds against my fingers, frantic and needy, and I catch her gaze and hold it. Pinned wide, nothing between us but raw need and the pulse of everything we never said out loud.

Every muscle in her vibrates. I can feel the tension coiling, about to snap, and I want it. I want to see her break apart with the city burning around us, to know I pushed her to that edge.

She comes fast and hard, legs trembling so much I have to press her into the window to keep her standing.

The orgasm tears through her, silent at first, lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, then the aftershocks hit, her whole body writhing and desperate, and she whimpers into my palm, confessing some deep, animal secret.

I stroke her slower, then harder, pushing it out of her in ragged pulses, until she sags in my arms, boneless and dazed.

Her body melts into mine, forehead falling against my collarbone, breath dampening my chest through the fabric of her hoodie.

She’s perfect. She’s an absolute disaster. I want to fuck her until sunrise and then see if I can get her to stay for breakfast.

I pin her gently to the window, unzip my jeans, shove them down just enough. She’s still shuddering, her hands latching around my neck, nails biting skin.

Her legs wrap around my hips. “Don’t you dare take it slow.”

I don’t.

I line up and push into her in one deep, reckless thrust.

The pressure is blinding, her heat burning every inch of me. She cries out, and this time I have to cover her mouth with my own, swallowing the sound whole.

She’s so fucking tight, her body still clenching down, fighting to drag the soul out of me with each thrust.

I slam her into the glass again, the city spinning below us, the entire galaxy reduced to the pressure and friction between two people who can’t get enough, who never will.

My hand fists in her hair, yanking her head back just enough so I can see her face. Her eyes are glassy, pupils blown, lips bitten open with need.

I want to carve this image into my brain, wear it around my neck as a relic. She claws at me, desperate, and I fuck her harder, faster, until the only thing I can hear is the frantic slap of bodies and the helpless whimpering from somewhere deep in her throat.

I crush her wrists above her head, and she gasps my name, over and over, a litany and a warning and a plea. I hit my peak and the pleasure spikes so bright I almost black out, the sound of her breaking open muffled under my lips, body spiraling in time with mine.

It’s a goddamn holy experience, the kind of perfection that destroys all memory of pain.