Chapter 105
Kael's POV
Her desperate pleas for ‘help’ echoed in my head. It wasn’t just a cry for rescue. The way she clung to me, the way her eyes locked on mine even through the haze of the drug… she wasn’t just asking for an antidote.
"I don't want Dylan to touch me... I only want you..."
She was asking for me. The last thread of my control snaps.
I lean down and press my hand against her forehead. Her skin is burning up.
"The drug will wear off eventually," I say, keeping my voice steady even though my heart is pounding. "When it does, you might regret this."
She shakes her head immediately. More tears spill over.
"I won't regret it." Her voice breaks. "Please, Kael. I can't... I can't think anymore. Everything hurts. I just need..."
She can't finish the sentence. Her whole body is trembling.
I close my eyes for one second. Just one second to get myself under control.
Then I open them again and cup her face in both hands.
"Okay," I whisper. "I'll take care of you."
I kiss her.
Not gentle. Not careful. I kiss her like I've been wanting to for weeks, and she makes this desperate little sound against my mouth that nearly undoes me right there.
Her lips are so soft. So hot. She tastes like champagne and something sweeter, something uniquely her.
When I pull back, she's panting.
"Kael..."
"I know." I brush my thumb across her lower lip. "I've got you."
I reach behind her and find the zipper of her dress. My hands are steady even though every instinct in my body is screaming at me to hurry, to take, to claim.
But I force myself to go slow.
This is her first time. Drug or no drug, I'm not going to rush this.
The zipper slides down with a soft sound. The dress falls away from her shoulders, pooling around her waist.
She's not wearing a bra.
My breath catches.
I've imagined this. Of course I have. But nothing prepared me for the reality of seeing her like this—flushed skin, perfect breasts, nipples already hard and begging for attention.
"You're so beautiful," I hear myself say.
She makes a small sound and arches toward me.
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth.
She screams.
Actually screams, her back arching off the bed as I suck gently, then harder, then graze my teeth across the sensitive peak.
"Kael! Oh god, Kael—"
Her hands are in my hair, pulling, and I can feel her whole body shaking.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach, pushing the dress completely off.
She's wearing tiny lace panties. They're already soaked through.
I press my palm against her through the fabric and she nearly comes apart.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, I need—"
"I know what you need."
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down her legs. She kicks them off desperately.
Then I slide two fingers inside her.
She's so wet. So tight. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers immediately, pulsing around them.
"Fuck," I breathe.
"Not enough." She's crying again, twisting her hips, trying to take my fingers deeper. "Kael, I need... I need your..."
She can't say it. But I know what she wants.
I pull my fingers out and she whimpers at the loss. I stand up and strip off my shirt, then my pants, then everything else.
When I'm finally naked, her eyes go wide.
She stares at my cock—hard and heavy and already leaking—and her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
"Is that... is it going to fit?"
Despite everything, I almost laugh. "It'll fit."
I kneel between her legs and push them wider apart. She's completely exposed to me now, pink and glistening and perfect.
"Your body is very honest," I murmur, running one finger through her wetness.
She moans and lifts her hips.
"Please. Kael, please, I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me. Now."
I position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock presses against her, and even that small contact makes us both groan.
"Look at me," I command.
Her eyes snap to mine. They're hazy with need, pupils blown wide, but she's looking right at me.
"This might hurt at first," I warn her.
"I don't care. Just do it. Please."
I push inside.
Slowly. Inch by inch. Feeling her stretch around me, feeling her body resist and then yield.
She's so damn tight I can barely breathe.
Halfway in, I have to stop. My whole body is shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Breathe," I tell her, though I'm not sure if I'm talking to her or myself. "Just breathe and relax. Let me in."
She nods, gasping, and I feel her consciously trying to relax her muscles.
I push deeper.
She cries out, and I freeze.
"Don't stop," she begs immediately. "Don't you dare stop."
I kiss her tears away and push the rest of the way in with one firm thrust.
She screams into my shoulder as I bottom out completely, buried to the hilt inside her perfect heat.
For a moment, neither of us moves. We just stay like that, joined completely, both of us breathing hard.
Then she rolls her hips experimentally.
"Oh," she breathes. "Oh, that's..."
"Good?" I manage.
"Yes. Move. Please move."
I pull out almost all the way, then thrust back in.
She moans.
I do it again. Harder this time.
"Kael!"
Again. And again. Finding a rhythm, watching her face as she adjusts to the sensation, as the initial discomfort gives way to pleasure.
Her inner walls are gripping me so tight I can barely think. Every thrust feels like heaven and torture combined.
"More," she gasps. "Faster. Harder. I need—"
I don't make her finish that sentence.
I grab her hips and really start moving. Deep, powerful thrusts that make the bed shake and make her cry out with every stroke.
The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room. Skin against skin. Her wetness coating my cock. The headboard hitting the wall.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me even deeper.
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, just like that, don't stop, please don't stop—"
I can feel her getting close. Her walls are fluttering around me, her whole body tensing.
"Come for me," I growl against her ear. "Let go."
She does.
She comes with a scream, her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I see stars.
The sensation is too much. I thrust into her a few more times, hard and deep, then bury myself completely as my own orgasm hits.
I come inside her with a groan, spilling hot and deep, filling her up.
For a long moment, we just stay like that. Connected. Breathing hard. Covered in sweat.
Then I carefully pull out and gather her into my arms.
She makes a small, satisfied sound and curls against my chest.
"Bathroom," I murmur. "We need to get cleaned up."
She mumbles something incoherent.
I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Warm water cascades over both of us, washing away the sweat and other evidence of what we just did.
She leans against me, boneless and relaxed now that the drug is finally starting to wear off.
I wash her gently, carefully, and try not to think about how right this feels. How perfectly she fits in my arms.
Her fingers trail down my abs, following the path of water droplets.
I catch her hand.
"Don't," I warn. "Unless you want me to take you again right here."
She looks up at me with a sleepy smile. "Maybe I do want that."
Despite everything, I laugh. "The drug hasn't completely worn off yet. You need to sleep."
"Will you stay?"
"Yes."
I dry her off and carry her back to bed. She's already half-asleep by the time I lay her down.
I should leave. Get dressed. Put some distance between us before she wakes up and realizes what we've done.
But I can't.
I slide into bed next to her, and she immediately curls into my side, her head on my chest, one leg thrown over mine.
Her breathing evens out within minutes. Deep and steady.
I stare at the ceiling and replay everything that just happened.
The way she looked at me. The way she said my name. The way she chose me, even drugged out of her mind.
I've been lying to myself for weeks.
This isn't just attraction. It isn't just curiosity or the pull of a potential mate bond.
I'm falling for her.
No.
I've already fallen.