He lies down, pulling me to him, and we lock, our limbs entangled, our mouths talking without words.
We roll between the sheets before he smoothly enters me.
I’m wet like him, and he’s a glutton like me. And we just feast alone, guilty of high treason, or maybe just getting the games started.
He rocks his hips, entering me deep while I slide my thigh high on his hip, opening my center for him. The pleasure glinting in his eyes is priceless.
Sheer satisfaction gleams through his gaze as he quenches his thirst, tames his hunger, and feeds the roaring beast inside him while bringing to life the wild woman in me living purely for these moments.
She isn’t the woman who’s spread her legs for Kai on that terrace. That woman was someone else. That woman was a queen. She was royalty. She had appealed to him. And she was made for him.
For Kai Walker.
And this…?
This is the woman who helps me stay alive. The one eating with her fingers, sleeping naked, getting herself off, staring at the moon, forgetting how to breathe, and listening to the rain and wind and a clap of thunder as if they talk to her.
This woman knows no past, no future. She knows no boundaries. Knows no limits. She is a blob of life. Spinning, living, loving. And she would be sentenced to live in the shadows if it weren’t for them.
And now I know what Alejandro meant when he said I’d fall for Kai simply because he’s giving me the freedom to be her.
That woman wants him, Alejandro, on his back, and he listens to her. He knows her words before they leave her mouth, and he knows her thoughts.
He knows her pleasure.
Sprawled across the pillows, he narrows his gaze at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips as I straddle his groin and lower myself, filling myself up with his hard meat.
I grin in response to his knowing smile and start moving, my center wet and filled with him.
His hands rest on my thighs while I rock my hips, my palms fanned over his pecs and then arms up in the air, fingers brushing my hair back.
He reaches my chest and squeezes my boobs, and soon, we fall back to the bed, entangled, arms wrapped around each other, lips and tongues rolling together, his hard length entering me repeatedly.
We both hear a noise at the door while we fuck like crazy. He doesn’t stop, and I won't stop either. Whoever walks through that door must have permission. I doubt anyone would risk entering Cardenas’ bedroom otherwise.
Two silhouettes slide in, and I don’t need to look in that direction to know who those men are.
Their eyes burn holes into my skin. Their steps are paced to a couple of chairs before they slide into them.
By this time, we are both used to having an audience, and we are too hot for each other to let anything ruin our mood.
If anything, the new development hardens his grip on me and makes me wetter, our brains processing the information and saying ‘carry on’. And we do.
He rolls on top of me and, holding me against his frame, fucks me without restraint.
I come under him, quietly, cowardly, explosively, and smiling in the end, my hands going down his back before cupping his butt and sensing the snapping of his muscles, pushing and pushing.
He floods my core, grunting, his chest heaving. Enjoying me tremendously. Eventually, he slows down, and we catch our breaths, and he leaves a soft kiss on my lips.
We are both sated, although the two men watching us aren’t, looking like they can’t wait to get started.
Alejandro pushes up and walks to the shower when I hear him murmur a greeting to someone else. I push to my elbow and glance in that direction, mechanically sliding a sheet over my body. It partly soaks up the cum from my skin when I push upright completely, holding it against my chest and lap.
The man in question moves a little closer.
This time he has a drink in his hand.
I look at Kai, who lifts his brows in response, a faint smile tugging at his lips. I search his gaze and find no answers.