“Kristian,” I moan softly as he nibbles on my neck, his lips branding me, “you’re not playing fair.”

He pushes his hips against me, leaving me in no doubt as to how much he wants me.

It’s been three weeks of dating Kristian. Three weeks filled with drugging kisses, heavy make-out sessions, and whispered conversations over the phone.

It’s been the best three weeks of my life.

With Ailith being back at school, it’s been difficult to spend more than a couple of hours at a time with Kristian, and I’d be lying to myself if I said it hasn’t been frustrating.

Coming home from our third date—dinner and a movie—made me realise just how desperate I am to feel him inside me again. I’ve lost count of how many times his mouth has captured mine, preventing me from saying goodnight.

His heavy breaths against my feverish skin send my head spinning.

“Never said I would,” he groans as his hands dig into my waist.

The heavy feeling in my core intensifies as I lean my back against the front door.

“You’ve been teasing me all night.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, clutching him even harder even though I should push him away.

“What did you expect?” he chuckles darkly. “You’re wearing such a skimpy little dress, black boots, and flaming-red lips? Fuck, I’ve been hard all night just watching you, sweetheart. I’m at breaking point.”

I whimper as he lifts my leg and holds it around his hip. The friction of his jeans against my clit shoots pleasure straight through me, cloaking me with need, and it becomes near impossible to keep my eyes open.

“Kristian, we can’t…Not here.”

My protests are feeble at best. I already know that he won’t have to try to persuade me for much longer—I’m burning up from within with desire for this man, and he knows it.

“Then come with me,” he whispers and then takes my mouth in a rough, desperate, wet kiss I can feel right down to my toes.

“Wh-where?” I gasp, burying my head hard into his neck, breathing him in, as he thrusts against me.

Abruptly, he stills, no doubt hearing the acceptance in my voice, and before I know it, he’s pushed my leg down, taken my hand, and turned towards the stables.

I stumble behind him, mind and heart hazy with lust, my blood boiling in my veins, and with so much desire pooling in my pussy that I feel lightheaded from all the emotions wreaking havoc with my insides. I don’t even notice the chilly night air anymore.

“This is crazy,” I giggle.

He flashes me a grin over his shoulder, and the way his eyes shine with lust only intensifies the speed of my heart hammering away in my chest. Like a drunken fool, I smile back.

I’m drunk on life. Drunk on the feelings Kristian sets loose inside me.

He slows down a bit as he pulls me through the stables and, as he fumbles with his keys, I push my breasts against his chest, my hands and arms engulfing him as I try to touch him everywhere at once.

“Hurry,” I pant as I squeeze his cock through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he curses and then wrenches the door open. Just like the first time, he takes a step away, letting me go first. I shoot up the stairs, unzip my coat and toss it to the floor. As soon as I turn around to face him, his lips slam down on mine, his hands come up to fist in my hair, and we become lost in each other, feeding the flames in our souls.

Panting into his mouth, I pull at his T-shirt as he backs me up against a wall, and when his abs contract underneath my rough caresses, wetness rushes through me.

“This is going to be over too soon if you’re not careful,” he growls against my lips.

Feeling brave, I shake my head.

“I don’t want slow or tender, Kristian. I want maddening and wild.”

His movements still, and I open my eyes, wondering if I’ve gone too far.

“You sure?” he whispers, his chest heaving.

I nod.

“Please?” I breathe as I reach out to unbuckle his belt. I nibble on his lower lip, sucking on it before I release it. With every hard breath falling from his lips, I feel his resolve to handle me with care weakening.

“Last chance, Laura.”

The dark growl as he leans closer, his arms boxing me in against the wall, thrills me.

Instead of answering him with words, I find the hidden zipper of my dress underneath my right arm and push it down to the floor.

He stops breathing altogether as his eyes make a slow, burning trail down my naked body, only to stop at the red, lace thong barely covering my pussy and the matching suspenders keeping my black stockings in place. Then his eyes trail back up, and I gasp when I see the ferocious glint in them as they meet mine.

“I dare you,” I whisper on a slow smile.

On a long groan, his mouth seals mine, his tongue pushing through my lips and I grip onto his shoulders when he lifts me up, balancing me against the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his arse as his mouth leaves mine only to move down my chest until he finds my right breast. I shout out when his lips surround my nipple, sucking it hard inside his warm mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, pushing my fingers into his hair, tugging on it. A low sound reverberates in the air, making my mouth dry up, and I grind my pussy against his cock.

“Shit, you make me hard,” he moans as he releases my nipple only to start all over again on my other breast. “Is your pussy drenched, sweetheart? Does it want my cock?”

Fuck, I love it when he talks dirty to me.

“Yes.”

Through my lust-addled brain, I feel his hands run up and down my ribcage, teasing and pressing into my skin, marking me with his passion. Then I feel a brief twinge at my hips followed by a ripping sound, and when he pushes two fingers inside me, I whimper.

“Perfect pussy,” he groans around my breast.

As he finger fucks me, I shudder wildly, barely able to hang on to him.

“More,” I moan, grinding against him as he sets a relentless pace.

“As you wish.”

I can’t keep my eyes open, and as he pushes another finger inside me, the palm of his hand rubbing against my clit, the orgasm hits me like lightning. My cries are swallowed by his mouth, but he never stops fucking me, drawing out every last drop of my pleasure.

“Ready for my cock, sweetheart?” he breathes against my lips.

Still with my eyes closed, I nod as the last aftershocks tear through my body. Slowly, he slips out of my pussy, and I open my eyes to look at him as he unzips and pushes down his jeans. My mouth waters at the sight of his cock, pre-cum glistening on the apa, and my core clenches with anticipation.

“Fuck,” he hisses then and leans his head on my shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I croak.

His body trembles so hard.

“Condoms are in my nightstand,” he grunts.

When he moves to release me, I clench my legs firmly around him and take his lips in a soft kiss.

“No condom,” I breathe against his lips.

When his whole body stills, I nibble on my lip, worried if that was taking it too far. I rest my head against the wall and meet his gaze. The fire in them is banked down, but it’s still there.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, determined.

“I’ve got us covered,” I smile. “So unless there’s some weird STD you haven’t told me about, we’re good to go, baby.”

He blinks in surprise before he starts to laugh.

“I’m all good, sweetheart.” He grins up at me. “Got myself checked out a couple of weeks ago, got the results yesterday. I’m clean.”

A thrill courses through me and I look down as I feel his cock near my entrance. My breath hitches as he starts to rub the head around my still sensitive clit. The cool apa sends a shock of lust through me again, and I pull his head closer towards me.

“Fuck me, Kristian,” I whisper against his lips. “Hard. Wild. As if you’ll never let me go.”

On a low growl, he pushes inside me, stretching me, and the feeling of him bare for the first time makes my breath clog up. When he’s finally buried to the hilt, I feel his thumb circle my still sensitive clit slowly. I clench around him and smile in victory when he curses, only to gasp as he angles his hips, letting me feel the effect of his piercing fully, for the first time.

“Holy shit, I’m one lucky girl,” I breathe as he rocks inside me, his pace slow at first.

His hoarse chuckle makes me feel a little shy all of a sudden, but my embarrassment at bursting out my thoughts disappears as his thrusts grow deeper.

“Hold on, sweetheart.”

Pleasure overtakes my senses, and as he takes me harder, wilder, and rougher—just like I asked him to—whispering how much he loves fucking my pussy, I feel more alive and wanted than I ever have before. The orgasm builds and builds, and just when I feel the tingles in my spine a second time tonight, Kristian increases the pace, his thumb rubbing my clit harder, and I’m there.

Flying. Soaring. Higher and higher until I push my head back and close my eyes, revelling in the ecstasy tearing through me.

“You. Are. Mine. Fuck!”

He buries his head in my neck as his thrusts become more erratic, and I cling to him, whispering how much I love his cock, his fingers, and his mouth, until he cries out my name as he comes. The trembling that tears through him as he shoots his cum inside me elates me. Knowing that I hold so much power over him—that I am able to make him fall apart at the seams—makes me feel stronger for the first time in years.

“Holy shit,” he gasps against my neck.

I giggle and kiss his cheek. The low hum he lets out fills me with happiness for a while. But then I remember that I can’t stay.

“I have to go,” I whisper.

Sighing, he takes a gentle, but firm hold on my thighs and then slips out of me. I feel like a sack of bones as I lean against the wall and try to get my breathing under control.

I grin wickedly up at him when I feel some of his cum run down my inner thigh.

His eyes glint as he leans down to give me another soft kiss before he pulls up his pants.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he grumbles and then goes to the bathroom. I do my best to clench my inner walls together, keeping the rest inside, but then sigh in relief when Kristian returns with a cloth.

“Here, let me take care of you,” he murmurs and kneels down in front of me.

Emotions clog up in my throat as I feel him gently wiping his cum away, his eyes so focussed on me. When he’s done, he leans closer and presses a soft kiss so close to my sensitive core I shudder. When he wraps his arms around me, pushing his forehead against me, my heart rate picks up. The way he tightens his arms around me isn’t only soothing—it’s intense. Overwhelming, even.

“I hate that you can’t stay,” he murmurs on a long sigh. “But I understand.”

I push my hands into his soft hair, massaging his scalp as I allow us a few more minutes. The intimacy between us is growing stronger with each day, and I relish in it.

“Sorry I ruined your underwear,” he chuckles then.

I snort when he tilts his head up, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I don’t believe that for a second, but it’s okay. Now, give them back to me.”

Quickly, he swipes them up from the floor and puts them in his back pocket before he stands, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Nope. I’m keeping them.”

I gape at him.

“What?”

Tongue in cheek, he nods at me.

“Yeah. I think I’m going to frame them.”

My eyes bulge, but he just keeps going.

“Hang it on my wall at the tattoo shop, actually.”

“What?” I shriek. “You can’t be serious.”

“Hmm.” His lips twitch as he wraps his arms around my waist. “Maybe I am, or maybe not. You’ll have to wait and see, I guess.”

I shake my head at him as I run my hands over his hard chest.

“You’re a perv,” I whisper.

He grins as his mouth hovers above mine.

“You love it,” he grumbles.

I can’t deny that.

“Maybe.”

His arms tighten around me once, before he steps back and bends down to pick up his shirt. Feeling a little cold now our rough lovemaking is over, I grab my dress and shimmy it up my body.

Kristian takes my coat and hands it to me.

“I’ll walk you back.”

I wipe some strands of hair away from my face.

“You don’t have to do that,” I smile. “It’s not like I have far to go.”

His jaw tightens as he takes my hand.

“Doesn’t matter. Technically, we’re still on a date, and that means I’m walking you home.”

I smile softly at him.

“You’re kind of being the most perfect boyfriend ever,” I grin.

His blinding smile makes my heart skip.

“Good. Keep thinking that, sweetheart, because I plan on being your last.”

My mouth pops open in shock, and I think my heart stops beating for a few seconds.

Bloody hell, did he just say that?

Ignoring my clear state of amazement, Kristian turns towards the stairs, and we walk back to my house in silence.