Chapter 10; Dirty Reunion 1.4

The reception was alive with music, laughter, and the golden glow of string lights draped across the open terrace. The bride and groom had just finished their first dance, and the crowd cheered as the band shifted to something slower, sultrier.

Nadia stood near the edge of the dance floor, champagne glass in hand, watching couples sway. She wore a deep red dress that hugged her curves and left her shoulders bare. The fabric felt like a second skin, and every time she moved, she remembered Kai’s hands on her that morning—rough, then gentle, then rough again.

Kai found her from across the crowd. He looked sharp in his black suit, tie loosened, top button open. His eyes locked on hers and didn’t let go. He crossed the floor without a word, took her glass, set it on a nearby table, and held out his hand.

“Dance with me,” he said. Not a question.

She hesitated for half a second—old habit—then placed her hand in his.

He pulled her close, one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand against his chest. They moved slowly, bodies pressed together, hips brushing with every step. His hand slid lower, resting just above the curve of her ass. Possessive. Claiming.

“You’re killing me in that dress,” he murmured against her ear.

She tilted her head back to meet his eyes. “Good. I wore it for revenge.”

He chuckled low. “It’s working.”

His thumb stroked the small of her back in slow circles. She felt him harden against her stomach. She pressed closer on purpose, grinding subtly while the music covered the soft hitch in her breath.

People around them danced, oblivious. Tom caught their eye from the head table and raised his glass with a knowing grin. Nadia ignored him.

Kai’s hand slipped lower, cupping her ass briefly before sliding up again. “I can feel how wet you are through this dress,” he whispered. “No panties?”

“Figured you’d ruin them anyway.”

He groaned quietly. “You’re not wrong.”

The song ended, but he didn’t let go. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “I need you. Now.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him. “Here?”

“Not here.” His eyes flicked toward the path leading to the private villas. “My room. Five minutes.”

She nodded once.

They slipped away separately—her first, weaving through the crowd, him a minute later. The path was dark, lit only by small lanterns. The ocean hummed in the background.

She reached his villa door. It was unlocked. She stepped inside.

He was already there—jacket off, shirt half-unbuttoned. He locked the door behind her and backed her against it in one smooth move.

No words. Just mouths crashing together—hungry, desperate. He yanked her dress up to her waist, fingers finding her bare and soaked. He groaned into her mouth when he felt how ready she was.

“Fuck, Nadia…”

He lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist. Carried her to the bed without breaking the kiss. Dropped her onto the sheets. Shoved her dress higher, spread her thighs wide.

He didn’t tease. Dropped to his knees and buried his face between her legs. Tongue plunging deep, licking every drop, sucking her clit hard. Fingers joined—three at once—pumping fast while his tongue worked her relentlessly.

She arched off the bed, hands fisting the sheets. “Kai—yes—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. Kept going until she came—hard, shaking, crying his name loud enough for the walls to echo it back.

He stood, stripped off his shirt and pants. Cock thick and leaking. Climbed over her, entered her in one deep thrust.

They both moaned—loud, raw.

He fucked her slow at first—long strokes, grinding deep, eyes locked on hers.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, voice rough. “I never stopped.”

Tears stung her eyes. She pulled him down, kissed him deep. “I love you too. Don’t ever leave again.”

He thrust harder—faster—hips snapping, cock slamming that perfect spot.

She wrapped her legs tighter, heels digging into his ass. “Harder—fuck me like you mean forever.”

He did—relentless, deep, pounding her into the mattress. One hand between them rubbing her clit fast.

She came again—walls clamping, pulsing, soaking him. He groaned, buried deep, and came inside her—hot spurts filling her until it leaked out.

They didn’t stop.

He flipped her onto her stomach. Lifted her hips. Entered from behind—deeper angle. Pounded her doggy style while she gripped the headboard.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of me—every inch.”

She pushed back—ass meeting his hips. “Yes—fill me again—cum deep—”

He did—second release, hot and thick inside her. She came with him—screaming into the pillow.

They collapsed—sweaty, spent, tangled.

He pulled her close, kissed her forehead. “We’re doing this right this time.”

She nodded against his chest. “No more running. No more hiding.”

The music from the reception drifted faintly through the open window.

They stayed like that—bodies joined together