My hands keep moving.
They slide higher across her stomach while her breathing shifts under my touch. Goosebumps rise along her skin beneath my fingers. She doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t say anything.
Her silence says enough.
Her chest brushes mine. A slow exhale spills against my jaw, and that last piece of restraint snaps.
I grab her and kiss her hard.
The second her mouth meets mine, the urge surges to the surface. My hand slides into her hair, gripping tight and pulling her closer.
She kisses me back immediately.
Her mouth tastes like mint. Heat shoots straight through me as her lips open against mine. When I bite her bottom lip, she gasps softly, the sound cutting straight through my chest.
Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I haven’t touched her like this since the night before she was taken. I haven’t been inside her in weeks.
Every day since has felt like punishment.
Watching her train nearly breaks me.
Her tank rides up when she moves. The strength in her legs. The focus in her eyes. I stand there pretending none of it affects me while all I can think about is how she sounds when I stretch her open.
Fucking torture.
My hand drops to her ass, gripping a full fist of soft flesh and pulling her into me until there is no space left between us. Her hips press against mine, and she feels exactly how hard I am through the fabric, the thick line of my cock straining for release.
She doesn’t pull away. She rolls her hips instead, dragging friction right where I am already wound tight and aching. She knows exactly what she is doing, and she does it anyway.
She isn’t teasing. She's demanding.
Her thigh slides between my legs, pressing up, grinding against me with maddening pressure. The contact sends heat shooting straight through my spine. My entire body locks up, every nerve firing at once.
I groan into her mouth, the sound rough and uncontrolled, my grip tightening on her.
“You remember how I fuck you?” I growl into her ear, my mouth so close my words brush her skin. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
She moans softly, the sound vibrating straight through my chest. Her arm hooks around my neck and pulls me closer.
My hand slides under the waistband of her shorts, just far enough to cup the heat at the top of her ass. I drag my fingers down, gripping her hard, exploring like I've been starving and finally found something to take. I barely hold myself back from tearing the rest of her clothes off right there.
“I have been dreaming about this,” I mutter, my mouth brushing her cheek. “Every night.”
She tilts her head back, her throat exposed, her lips parted. “Then don’t stop.”
I shove her bra up in one rough motion, baring the full weight and curve of her breasts, and the sight nearly takes me out. I drop my mouth to her collarbone and bite down, giving her a mark she will feel tomorrow. Her gasp breaks against my ear, and she arches into me like she wants more. Her nipples drag against my chest through my shirt, tight and sensitive, and her fingers claw at my back like she is fighting to hold on.
My control shatters.
If we keep going, I know exactly what I'll do to her. I'll slam her back against the padded wall and spread her open with my hands, lifting her by her ass and grinding her down onto my cock until her voice breaks. I'll push inside her with one long, hard stroke and feel her clench around me, tight and wet from how badly she wants this. I'll slide my hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she makes while I thrust into her again and again, deep enough to make her forget everything except the way I fill her.
The image hits with brutal force, and my cock throbs so hard against her it feels painful. Every part of me wants her right then and there.
I am seconds away from fucking her exactly like that.
I want it.
