off my shirt. My pants. I dragged my nails over his, trying to tear it off.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his hand sliding between our bodies, pushing inside my underwear, and then finally me.
I paused, gasping for air as I felt him inside of me. I’d been thirsting for this touch from him since he left. The time away, the day, had been too long, and everything was muddied around me.
When he was in me, the world righted. I wasn’t confused anymore.
It was him. It was me. It was whatever this was between us, and as a second finger joined the first, I arched backward from the pleasure pulsating through me.
He moved his fingers, owning me, and his mouth trailed over my exposed throat, my chest, to my breast, then to the other. He suckled, tasted, licked, caressed.
God. I loved this man.
I hated him, but I loved him, and clamping a hand to the back of his head, I knew my need for him wouldn’t be satiated with just one time. It’d be over and over again until I couldn’t walk, until I couldn’t crawl, until I couldn’t even think about moving again.
That time might never come.
I knew, as his mouth switched to my other breast and his fingers pumped inside of me, that I was gone.
I growled, grabbing for his pants. I took out his cock and wrapped my hand around it.
If he owned me, I would own him too. It’d go both ways, or I would burn everything down around us.
I wound my legs around his waist, and he had a moment’s notice to pull his fingers out. He caught me under my ass, and I lowered myself over him, sheathing him inside of me.
He held me, our eyes meeting, and we gasped at the sensation. I began moving up and down.
The surprise was gone. His eyes went black, and his hands tightened. He crashed me into the wall, pinning my hands above my head. His mouth went to my throat, and he began to suck, making me feel things I didn’t know a person could.
I moaned, my legs tightening around his waist.
He moved my hands together, securing them with one of his, and his free hand went to my clit. He rubbed and teased as he took control, as he thrust in and out of me, pushing, shoving almost violently.
I could only hiss out, “Yesssss” through my teeth. I was blind with desire and drunk with pleasure.
Something crashed to the floor.
He kept thrusting in me, deeper and deeper.
He was making me his, but when had I not been? Really? Then his mouth found my breast again, and I was gone, lost in the darkness of our coupling.
He pushed in, out, in, out until I felt myself coming. An explosion crashed inside of me, and I screamed, gasping as it ripped through me, leaving me trembling in his arms. Once I was done, he carried me to the bed. Then he pulled out, moved me to my knees, and stood behind me.
He gripped my shoulder and molded himself over me.
His cock found my entrance, and as his teeth nipped at my skin, he pushed back in.
No. I’d been wrong. This. This was him claiming me.
One hand held my breast, the other held my waist, and as I turned back for him, his mouth found mine, and he fucked me until he came too.
It was rough, but it was us. He opened a channel inside of me where dark things happened, a place most people didn’t want to acknowledge. Not Kai. Not me. He’d found it in me, made me look at it, and then he took me there and was making it my home.
I shouldn’t have wanted it. I shouldn’t have wanted him, but I could no longer deny that I was his.
Everything had been leading to this point—the time when I would seek him out, when I would follow him, when I would make him come and get me. We were there now, and I hadn’t known until this moment.
I’d known everything was going to change when that plane left to bring me here. Now I knew how complete that change would be.
I rolled to my back, and he fell down next to me—both of us panting, sweating, tingling—and then his hand found mine and he squeezed. He curled toward me, his leg moving over me, holding me in place, and he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.