I slipped my hands from his, pushing up against him.

We rolled, and I was on top this time. I straddled him, gazing down at his perfect features. My legs were snug against his, but I sank farther down, feeling him rising up into me. He wanted inside me as much as I did, and my fingers went to his jeans. I toyed with the button and zipper.

His ice-blue eyes were nearly black as he watched me. “You’re going to play with me now?”

“Maybe.” I bit down on my lip to keep my own cocky smile from showing. I got it. I did. The control, the power . . . they were addicting. I could ride him how I wanted. I could play with him how I wanted. I could exact my own torture, and I started by undoing his jeans and reaching inside for him. My hand wrapped around him, and I tightened my hold just a bit, enough to give him a slight vise-like hold, then slowly, I began to move up and down.

His nostrils flared. He let out a hissing breath. It was the control again. He was losing his as I gained mine.

“Fucking hell, Kenned—”

I dipped down, my lips catching his in a kiss.

This kiss was different. He opened up beneath me, but he was taking over the kiss. Another whimper left me, and I was helpless from pulling away from him. As I continued moving my hand over him, going slow, his kiss grew rougher. I paused, dipped my thumb over his tip, and he caught me under the arms. A savage growl erupted from him, lifting me in the air.

He flipped me over, coming down, and he didn’t pause.

My jeans were ripped away. His were flung off, and he was in me.

I had a second’s notice, and he was in there. I gasped from the force, but I was trembling. I was shaking. I was needing more. He didn’t wait for me to get used to him. He began thrusting. He went hard and deep and rough, and I was coming apart in his arms.

I clung to him. Our mouths never separated, not once as we breathed for each other. I raked my nails down his side as he kept plunging inside of me.

Over and over.

He didn’t slow down.

I stretched, my hips working as hard as his, and he caught my breast in one of his hands. He used the other like an anchor on my hip, and his fingers sank down over my skin, he began to quicken his pace.

God.

He was fucking me.

Ripping his mouth from me, he caught my breast in it instead, sucking there. He was bent over, still diving in and out of me.

I gasped for breath, my chest and lungs heaving as he was pounding into me. Then he pulled out, and he began to turn me over. No. I sat up and pushed him over. It was my turn. He fell to his back, and I was over him.

“Wait.” His hands flexed into my hips. He caught me, holding me in place. He nodded to the nightstand. “Condom.”

I groaned from frustration, but reached, my body resting over him as I grabbed one from the drawer. He nipped my shoulder and ran his hand down my side, cupping my ass, then moving around to push up into my vagina. I hissed, air leaving me from the force, and I glared once at him. “Not fair.”

He was grinning wickedly. “I don’t care.”

A second finger went in me, thrusting in and out. I was struggling to focus from the sensations. He wasn’t waiting for me to sink down on him. He was intoxicating me, demanding a release, but I held off. I was biting down so hard on my lip, trying to hold it back, because dammit, I wanted him to explode with me.

“Shay.”

I was becoming blind with pleasure, but as his fingers were still plunging into me, I reached down and grasped him again. He stopped, an answering groan coming from him, and I took advantage. I ripped the wrapper, rolled the condom over him, then rose up, moved over him, pulled his fingers out, and was on him. I sank down and we both paused for a second, just a second.

He grabbed for my waist, and I braced one hand on his chest. I began moving my hips.

I rode him this time.

I went slow at first, gradually quickening my pace. He sat up so he could catch my nipple as I leaned back. He wrapped an arm around my back, holding me upright, as I was going up and down over him. We went together. He caught my waist, moving into me with an unrelenting force before he couldn’t hold out any longer.

I felt his release, his entire body convulsing.

His fingers went to my nub, and I exploded at the first touch.

My body was quivering. He held me gently in his arms as we both rode out the tremors.

“Babe,” he whispered, kissing me and then my shoulder. He lifted me, pulling out.

“Wha—”

He rolled me over to my back and then slid right back in. My legs wound around him again, and he grunted, “I wanted you to come first.” He tucked his head into the crook of my neck and shoulders until he exploded once again. He had started to release before, but stopped himself. He held off like I had for him earlier.

He lay on top of me, both of us sweaty, and grazed a hand down my naked body. “Holy fuck.” He pressed a kiss to my throat before pushing up to meet my mouth with his. “I’ll never get used to that. Ever.”

I shivered, feeling it all the way through my body, and I agreed. Each time we were together, each mind-blowing orgasm, pushed me deeper into my addiction to him.

The thought terrified me.

He was curled around me, his breathing deep and even on the back of my neck.

We could hear the music downstairs and the sounds of people. They were walking around. The doors were opening and shutting. There were voices outside, then more voices inside. Car doors were shutting. More people arrived. Others were leaving. It was a free-for-all below.

And I didn’t want to move one bit.

Shay and I were in a protective bubble. He turned his lights off, flipping the switch on a lighted Mason jar so it lit up the room in a soft glow. I had trouble sleeping a few nights after the attack, so he bought it to help soothe me at night.

We were huddled under the blankets, his hand inching closer and closer to my breast.

I was waiting for when he’d start playing with it, but a new light shone up from the floor. I heard the accompanying buzzing and groaned.

“Is that yours or mine?”

“Mine.” I recognized the colors the screen was lighting up the ceiling. Red and green. “It’s Gage.”

I felt Shay’s lips brush my back. “Thirty bucks he’s downstairs.”

“Nope. I’m not betting you.” I scooted to the edge of the bed and snagged my phone from the floor. I was stretched at an angle so my hips hadn’t moved away from him, just the rest of me, and I felt his hands falling from under my breast to my hips. He held them, and as I keyed in my code and read my brother’s text message, Shay started to grind behind me. I looked over my shoulder. “Are you kidding? Again?”

He shrugged, that wicked grin appearing. He shoved up against my ass, and leaned down to nip at my arm. “Why not? I’m a young stud, Clarke. Thought you knew this by now.”

He brushed against me a few more times, and I was feeling that ache begin all over again.

I shook my head and returned to my phone.

Gage: Casey texted. Said she was at your party, but you’re not here. Come down here. I’m not going up there.

I showed Shay the phone, rolling onto my back as I did, and he moved over me once again. He took the phone, reaching for me absent-mindedly, and as he read it, he was right at my entrance.

He replied something before turning it off and tossing the phone back to the floor.

“What’d you say?”

He was hard again, and I ran a hand down his chest as he reached for another condom. He put it on, kissing my stomach as he murmured, “We’d be down in an hour.”

He lined up again, and looking up to meet my gaze, he slid back inside.

I groaned, closing my eyes. My hands fell to his, and our fingers laced as he began rolling his hips into me.

This wasn’t like last time. It was hot and rough before. This time was easy-going, like sex was something we could do any day we wanted and any time we wanted, and today was just one of those days. It wasn’t a habit, but an activity we could enjoy because neither of us was going anywhere. We were becoming that couple, and I tasted that same fear I had before. Maybe that was how it was for me, as I watched him under lidded eyes, as he was thrusting in and out of me. It gave me a dark thrill. This was my man, and he was bowing under my touch. He was mine for the taking, and I knew he felt the same for me.