I shake my head. “No. Just…full.”
His mouth curves. Soft. Not clinical at all. “You’re regulating beautifully.”
“I want to fucking scream like a wildcat,” I admit, giving him this stupid smile.
He leans in closer. “Be a good girl and stay quiet,” he whispers.
Then he kisses me hard…and he begins to move.
Kaelion fucks me like he’s testing velocity curves.
Every stroke is calculated—deep, even, smooth as silk over steel. Like he’s collecting data from the way my body squeezes around him, the way my legs twitch and thighs flex, the way my pupils dilate when he hits just the right angle. And hedoeshit it—again and again, like he's already mapped my anatomy down to the micron. He keeps his forearms on either side of my head, hands curled into the sheets, tendrils wrapped loosely around my legs as I wrap myself around him.
I can feel my orgasm winding up, but it’s not fast this time. It’s not a sudden detonation or a hair-trigger explosion. It’s like…a current. A magnetic pull building behind my ribcage, crawling up my spine in sparks and heat.
Kaelion lowers his mouth to my ear.
“Is it better?” he asks. His voice has roughened, finally shedding the clinical edge. “Dispersed input. Multi-point feedback. Stimulus saturation.”
I nod so hard my teeth clack.
“Talk to me,” he orders. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Everything,” I gasp. “It’severywhere. I’m not overwhelmed—I’mhigh. Like my brain’s floating, but my body’ssofull—god, you feel good?—”
He growls, low and guttural, and thrusts harder. The slap of skin-on-skin starts to echo around the room, and it should be obscene, it should be overwhelming—but it isn’t. It’sperfect. It’s like I’m made for this, made forhim, and he knows it.
“I wanted to run more tests on you today,” he snarls into my ear. “Bend you over the lab table and lick you until you screamed. Lyn…Lyn, you haveruinedme…”
“Oh god?—”
“Never broken protocol, my whole life,until you.Until brilliant, infuriating, beautiful…beautiful…”
Neither of us are thinking anymore, and we certainly aren’t experimenting. We arein thisnow…just enjoying it. Enjoying the rough thrusts, the broken gasps, the everywhere of it all.
And there it is again.
Creeping up, rising, flowing through me?—
“I’m gonna come again,” I gasp into his ear. “It feels…feels different?—”
His hips slam forward hard enough that the headboard gives a muted thud against the wall. I’m shaking, just riding the wave, my gasps cracking in my throat.
“That’s it,” he snarls, fingers digging into my thighs. “Take me, Lyn. Let it build…don’t run from it.”
Every thrust is deeper now, rougher. He’s not testing me anymore; he’s giving in. He justwants thisand he’s fucking me just how I’ve wanted him to, eager and gentle and a little bossy.
“I’ve thought about this,” he pants against my mouth. “About the way you’d feel wrapped around my cock. Watching you come…dying to be inside you while you did it…”
“…and now?” I gasp, dragging my nails down his back, my whole body quaking beneath him.
“Now,” he groans, “I never want to be anywhere else.”
Kaelion slams into me again—so deep it knocks a noise out of me that isn’t even a word. He’s not teasing anymore, not analyzing, not withholding. He’s fucking me like hemeansit. Like I’ve already rewired something vital inside him and he’s trying to burn the whole circuit board down just to feel it again.
My body locks up tight—helpless to stop the way it’s climbing, climbing,climbing?—
“I’m gonna—fuck, Kaelion?—”
