Chapter 189 Every single time

Chapter 189 Every single time
I slowly drag my free hand down his chest, over the lean muscle of his stomach, down to where his cock's straining. Practically begging for attention.
Kaden lets out a shallow breath, his eyes burning into mine. "You can look at me all you want after you fuck me."
An eyebrow arches. I slide my hand off his neck, reaching around his waist to cup both sides of his ass with my palms, squeezing firmly as I guide him backward until the back of his thighs hit the side of the bed.
"Since the whole club knows you're mine," I murmur, leaning down until my mouth is inches from his ear, "I wonder if the staff also know just how desperate you get. How fucking wild you act when you're dying to get filled up."
Something sharp, dark, and dangerous flashes in Kaden's eyes.
He lets out a low, breathy chuckle, his eyes flashing with dangerous amusement. "Maybe if you actually got on with it, I'd go back and give them a full review of just how good a fuck you are. Five stars. Solid ten out of ten."
"Smart mouth," I growl, tightening my grip.
"My mouth's more than just smart," he counters, leaning in until his lips brush against mine. "I'm pretty sure I just proved that."
I give a small, amused shake of my head, intending to push him backward onto the mattress. But before I can, Kaden captures my mouth in a sudden, distracting kiss. Before I can anchor myself, he turns us around, shoving me flat onto my back against the covers instead.
I start to sit up to reclaim control, but he immediately shifts, straddling my thighs and planting his knees on either side of my hips, completely destroying whatever resolve I had left.
"Christ," I mutter, letting my head fall back.
How the hell am I expected to pry him off now? Sitting on top of me like that, flushed, bare, with that wild, ruthless heat burning in his eyes...he looks completely untamed.
"You've got me all to yourself for the next four nights, Bastian," he murmurs, leaning down to trail his fingers down my sternum. "You can torture me with anticipation all you want then. But not right now."
My breath hitches as he reaches down, his warm fingers wrapping around my cock. He lifts his hips, intent on sinking straight down and taking me right then and there.
"Kaden, wait," I rasp, my hands flying to his hips to hold him still. "I haven't even gotten you ready yet. I'm going to hurt you."
He doesn't back down. He holds my gaze with unyielding confidence as he aligns the slick head of my cock directly against his entrance.
"Look at me, Bastian," he whispers, his voice dropping into a breathless rasp as he presses down just enough to tease the rim. "I'm pretty fucking ready."
He slowly lowers himself down, sinking onto me inch by agonizing inch. I go completely rigid beneath him, my hands flying to his hips to slow him down. Every protective instinct I have is screaming at me to stop him, to reach for the lube and take the time to prep him properly so I don't leave him sore. But as he forces himself down, taking more and more of my length into his heat, those rational thoughts evaporate into pure, blinding sensation.
He clamps down tight around my cock. The heat, the sheer friction, the unbelievable tightness of him...it feels otherworldly.
A strangled sound rips from the back of my throat. My grip on his waist shifts, my fingers digging into his hips to anchor him as he finally settles all the way down to my root.
He tilts his head back, letting out a sharp, ragged gasp. The long, clean line of his neck flexes, the strain visible under his warm skin, turning him into a breathtaking and lethal sight above me. But it isn't just the sight of him that breaks my restraint, it's the absolute, reckless desperation driving him. His need for me is so raw, so impatient, that it completely undoes every shred of discipline I possess.
"You're fucking perfect," I growl, my voice dangerously low.
Kaden glances down at me through heavy lashes, his chest heaving, a fine sheen of sweat glistening over his collarbones.
I stare up at him, the words burning in my chest. I want to tell him that he holds absolute power over me, and he doesn't even realize it. I want to tell him that I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring nothing and no one ever touches or hurts him. I want to confess that if he keeps looking at me with those dark, demanding eyes and pushes just a fraction harder, I'll no doubt bend to his will...every single time.
Before I can speak, Kaden begins to move.
He lifts his hips, then sinks back down, finding a rhythm that's fast, demanding, and utterly relentless. He leans forward, closing the distance between us until his warm breath brushes against my mouth, his hips rolling over mine in a way that sets my entire body on fire. In the middle of all that friction and wild intensity, Kaden lifts one hand and gently cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my jawline. A tender, quiet gesture that completely contradicts the ruthless way he’s riding me.
The intimacy of it, the weight of his touch combined with the crushing pleasure, becomes too much. The fear of opening my mouth and spilling every reckless, terrifying emotion inside me takes over. I grip his waist tighter, sit up, and flip us over in one smooth, powerful motion.
I pin him flat onto his back against the mattress, hooking my hands under his knees to spread his legs wide, and drive deep inside him in one heavy thrust. A breathless, sharp cry escapes his lips as I establish a hard pace, pounding into him until the headboard rattles against the wall.
Kaden arches his back off the sheets, his fingers fisting wildly into the comforter beside his head. His other hand reaches down, wrapping around his own hard length, stroking himself in rapid, desperate pumps in time with every blow I deliver.
I watch him through a haze of pure lust, watching his expression fracture, every defense he has crumbling as I push him past his limit.
Suddenly, his thighs clamp tight around my waist, his internal muscles gripping my cock in a sudden, violent spasm. His body goes completely rigid beneath mine.
"Bastian!" He cries out, his head snapping back as his body convulses, spilling in thick, hot waves across his stomach and chest.
The sight and feel of his orgasm ripping through him snaps the last of my control. I sink into him as deep as I can go, holding him tight against the mattress as a hot surge crashes over me, emptying myself inside him with a low, guttural groan.