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2026-09-20 20:40:39I woke to the feel of Kai’s mouth between my legs.
It was still dark. His hands held my thighs open, thumbs pressing into the soft skin as his tongue dragged slow and filthy through the mess he’d left inside me hours earlier. I arched with a broken sound, fingers sliding into his hair. He didn’t rush. He licked me like he had all night, circling my clit, pushing his tongue inside, tasting himself mixed with me until my hips were rolling against his mouth.
“Kai—”
He hummed against me and sucked harder. Two thick fingers slid in beside his tongue, curling, stretching, working me open again. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room. I came fast, thighs shaking around his head, moaning his name while he kept licking me through it.
Only then did he climb up my body.
He was already hard. He pushed into me in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt while I was still trembling. The stretch pulled another moan from my throat. He braced himself over me and fucked me slow at first—long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive place inside me. His mouth found my breast, closed over one nipple, and sucked hard enough to make me cry out.
“Quiet,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough. “Or the whole floor will know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
I bit my lip and tried. It didn’t last. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. He switched to the other nipple, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, while his hips kept that deep, relentless rhythm. One of his hands slid between us and stroked my clit in tight circles.
I came again, harder, cunt clenching around him in waves. He groaned low in his chest and finally let go, thrusting deep as he spilled inside me with a rough, broken sound.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine. I could feel the steady thud of his heart against my chest.
Eventually he eased out and rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. His arm locked around my waist like it belonged there.
“You’re still not locking those doors,” he said quietly after a while.
I smiled against his skin. “You keep coming in anyway.”
A low, almost amused sound left him. His hand stroked slowly up and down my back. “Threat’s been neutralized. The people behind the keycard attempt were picked up two hours ago. Your father doesn’t know the details yet, but the immediate danger is gone.”
I lifted my head to look at him. “So you’re leaving?”
Kai’s eyes stayed on mine in the dim light. For a long moment he didn’t answer. Then his hand slid down and gripped my ass, possessive.
“I should.”
“But?”
“But I’m not finished with you.” His voice dropped. “And I don’t think you’re finished with me either.”
I leaned in and kissed him—slow, deep, tasting myself on his mouth. When I pulled back I kept my lips close to his.
“Stay.”
He didn’t pretend to hesitate this time.
Kai rolled me onto my back again, settled between my thighs, and pushed back inside me in one smooth thrust. This time it was slower. Deeper. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time while he fucked me with long, controlled strokes. One hand pinned both my wrists above my head. The other stroked my breast, thumb brushing the nipple he’d already made sensitive.
“You’re going to feel me for days,” he said against my mouth. “Every time you walk. Every time you sit. You’re going to remember exactly who had you like this.”
I came one more time with his name on my lips. He followed soon after, buried deep, forehead pressed to mine as he pulsed inside me.
When the sun finally started to rise, we were still tangled together. My body was sore in the best way—marked by his mouth, his hands, the thick stretch of him. Kai’s fingers traced idle patterns over the bruises he’d left on my hips.
“I’m not your bodyguard anymore,” he said eventually. Quiet. Certain.
I turned my head and met his eyes. “Then what are you?”
He didn’t answer with words.
He kissed me instead—slow, deliberate, like he was sealing something—and pulled me tighter against his chest.
Outside the terrace doors the city kept moving.
Inside, the only sound left was the steady beat of his heart under my ear and the quiet, filthy knowledge that the man hired to protect me had ended up claiming every part of me instead.
And I had no intention of letting him go.
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