“Stop teasing,” I whisper, arching into his touch. “And don’t make me beg.”
“You never have to beg,” he murmurs, voice rough with restraint. “You only have to ask.”
I meet his gaze, bold and unflinching. “Then show me.”
That’s all he needs.
His fingers slide lower, slipping exactly where I’m begging for it. I gasp, and he swallows the sound with another bruising kiss, pushing me harder against the stone wall like he wants tobecomepart of me.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer even though there’s no space left between us. He shifts his hips and I cry out.
Gods, thenoiseI make does something to him.
He breaks the kiss to stare down at me, breathless and ravenous.
“Do you even know,” he rasps, “what it does to me when you look at me like that?”
I shake my head, dazed, lips parted.
His hand flexes where it rests on my throat, never tightening, just holding. Claiming. “It makes me want to ruin you.”
“You already have… and I don’t want anything less.”
That’s it.
He lifts me effortlessly and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively. The second my back hits the wall again, he’s grinding into me with slow, deliberate intensity, like we have all the time in the world and he plans to make me beg for every second.
“Kai…” I moan.
His mouth is back on mine—desperate and demanding—and this time, there’s no restraint. No holding back. Just heat and friction and the quiet, violent truth of what we are to each other. Mates. His hand slips between us, fingers stroking me through the damp fabric of my panties. My hips buck, aching for more.
“So responsive,” he murmurs against my throat. “And I’ve barely touched you.”
I whimper, beyond words now. He slides the fabric aside and traces lazy circles around my clit, building tension with maddening patience. When he finally pushes a finger inside me, I cry out, muffling the sound against his shoulder.
His mouth finds my throat. “Let them hear,” he growls, possessive and low. “Let them see. You’re mine.”
The thought sends a thrill through me, even when I know it shouldn’t. His finger curls, finding that spot that makes me see stars. His free hand comes up to cover my mouth as he adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously.
My hips rock against his hand, desperate for more friction. Kai's lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses. He nips at my pulse point, drawing a muffled moan from behind his palm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against my skin. “Let go for me.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling in time with the thrust of his fingers. The dual sensation is overwhelming. My legs tremble around his waist as tension coils tighter and tighter in my core.
Kai’s eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry. “Come for me, Lilith,” he commands softly. “Now.”
The intensity in his gaze undoes me. My body arches as waves of pleasure crash over me. Kai works me through it, his movements slowing as the aftershocks make me shudder.
Suddenly he withdraws his hand and I whimper at the loss, but before I can protest, I hear the telltale sound of a zipper.
My breath catches as I feel him, hot and hard, pressing against my entrance. He pauses there, eyes locked on mine, silently asking for permission. I nod frantically.
In one smooth thrust, he’s inside me, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation. He stills for a moment, forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. Then he starts to move.
His pace is punishing from the start, each thrust driving me higher. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, overwhelmed by the intensity.
The stone wall is cold against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat of Kai’s body. His hips snap against mine relentlessly, driving deep with each thrust. I’m lost in the sensations—the stretch and fullness, the delicious friction, the way he hits that perfect spot inside me again and again.