“You feel so good,” I whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.
My hips rolled as our tongues danced, swirling against each other. Flesh slapped against flesh. Grunts and moans ricocheted through the dark penthouse.
My breathing grew ragged, my breasts bouncing as he picked me up by my hip bones and slammed me back down on his cock. Hot pleasure built inside me as his pelvis ground against my sensitive flesh.
My movements grew more frantic with every thrust. I rode him hard. He hissed, his eyes fixed on where we were connected.
With heavy breaths, both of us watched him fuck me deep and hard. The sight was erotic, and I feared I’d never feel this good again.
I gave back as much as I got, until I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began.
His hand came to my throat, pulling me down to take my mouth for a messy, hot kiss. My breasts rubbed against his hard chest. Everywhere our bodies touched, friction sizzled. My skin burned.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck, I need it harder.”
His grip tightened as he pumped into me at a piston pace. I might have been on top, but he held all the control.
“Come for me, Violet.”
The orgasm hit me hard, shooting stars behind my eyes and stealing the breath from my lungs. My nails dug into his biceps while I convulsed around his thick shaft, my insides clenching around him like he was my lifeline.
I felt his cock jerk as he came roughly.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my mind mush. I’d set out to rock his world, yet somehow he’d rocked mine.
“Is that a good holy shit or a bad one?” he asked as we clung to each other, my body on top of his, slick with sweat while our hearts raced wildly in tandem.
“G-good.” I buried my face in his neck. “I’ve never come so… hard.”
“Me neither,” he grumbled. “You are fucking perfection. I want to keep you for myself.”
I liked the idea of that and was more than willing to sign up for it. Especially after years of loneliness under my parents’ roof.
The reasonable part of me warned against attachments formed in distress, but I ignored them. Instead, I watched as he discarded his condom, and in my naive mind, I even found that act to be incredibly sexy.
He turned us over so we were side by side, facing each other. Heat flared in my body, blooming low in my stomach at this new position.
Inhaling deeply, I soaked in the masculine scent of him—a strange combination of lemons and olives and… sandalwood. It was a new combination to me, but it smelled incredible.
I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear, unsure what came next.
Lykos stared at me with an intensity that burrowed into my chest while his hands roamed my body, gently brushing my sensitive skin.
“I really want to keep you,” he said, almost as if talking to himself, but the words settled over me like a warm breeze.
I met his heavy-lidded eyes, my fingers tapping lightly against his muscles.
“So keep me,” I murmured. “But first, fuck me again.”
“Remember, you asked for it,” he rasped. And then he fucked me again and again until we both collapsed from exhaustion.
I woke up in a warm, comfortable bed.
The sheets were soft against my skin, tangled around my legs and carrying the distinct scent of… a man.
I wasn’t alone.
My senses slowly returned and I opened my eyes.
