Page 64 of Spotlight Hearts

When he finally stands, his lips are swollen and shiny, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Before I can catch my breath or say anything, Kai’s hands are on my shoulders. He pulls me away from the glass wall and reaches over to yank the curtains closed with one sharp tug. The room darkens instantly, cutting off the outside world and the clicking cameras.

He turns back to me, eyes still blazing with that same possessive heat. His hand slides down my arm until our fingers lace together, and he starts walking backward, leading me toward the bed.

“I want to fuck you,” he says, voice low and rough. “I want to be inside you.”

My stomach flips.

I’ve never bottomed before. Never even come close. The idea has always felt too vulnerable, too exposed. I’ve always been the one in charge, the one on top, the one calling the shots.

I swallow and open my mouth to tell him no, absolutely not, but he cups my face with both hands and looks into my eyes.

“I want to feel you squeezing me.”

“Kai, I—” I shake my head, my words trailing off. “I don’t bottom.”

Kai doesn’t pull away. His thumbs stroke my cheeks, gentle but firm, and his dark eyes hold mine without flinching. There’s heat there, yes, but also something steady and determined.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I can tell. But I want this. I want you like that. I want to make you feel good.”

His voice is calm, controlled—the same calm he uses on stage when everything is falling apart around him. It’s the voice that makes me want to trust him even when my instincts scream to stay in control.

He leans in and kisses me, slow, deep, and reassuring. “I’ll stop the second you say,” he murmurs against my lips. “But let me try. Let me take care of you.”

I hesitate. My heart is hammering. The vulnerability feels terrifying, being the one opened up, the one taken instead of taking.

But it’s Kai.

I nod, swallowing hard.

“Okay,” I whisper. “But…go slow.”

His smile is small, warm, and a little relieved. “I will.”

He kisses me again and guides me down onto the bed.

I lie back against the cool sheets, heart racing, body still buzzing from the orgasm he just gave me. Kai crawls over me, settling between my legs, his hands never leaving my skin—stroking my thighs, my hips, my chest—like he can’t stop touching me.

He leans down and kisses me again, while one hand slides between my legs. His fingers are slick—he must have grabbed lube from somewhere while I was lost in the aftershocks—and he circles my entrance gently, patiently, waiting for me to relax.

“Relax for me,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ve got you.”

I exhale shakily and try to let go.

His finger presses in, and this time the stretch is strange, intense, but not bad. He watches my face the whole time, kissing me softly whenever I tense, whispering praise against my mouth.

“That’s it… you’re doing so good…”

When he adds a second finger and curls them just right, a sharp spark of pleasure shoots through me. I gasp, hips jerking up.

Kai smiles against my lips.

“There you go.”

He keeps working me open until I’m shaking and moaning into his mouth, cock hardening again between us. Only then does he pull his fingers out, roll a condom on, and slick himself up.

He lines up, pressing the head of his cock against me.