Page 106 of Made for Wilde

She comes again and sobs my name, and that’s all it takes. I grab her hips, slam in one last time, and let go. I come hard and fill her with everything I have.

For a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant applause from the other side of the glass. I collapse beside her and pull her into my arms, my cock still buried deep.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “You did so fucking good.”

She shivers, boneless and satisfied. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Never.”

I hold her close and let her come down slow, pride and possessiveness burning in my veins.

She’s mine. All of her.

I slide out of her and gently roll her onto her side. She’s still shaking, lost in the aftershocks, her hair wild across the sheets and the mask slightly askew on her flushed face. I press a kiss to her shoulder, then stand and stride to the window. The audience is still there, eyes glued to the glass, hungry for more.

With a flick of my wrist, I yank the curtain shut.

Show’s over. She’s mine again. Just mine.

I turn back and climb onto the bed, pulling her close, cradling her against my chest. Her breathing is ragged, her skin hot and damp against my arms. I stroke her hair and murmur into her ear.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I say, voice low and rough. “You’re incredible, baby. You have no idea how much I love you. How proud I am of you.”

Her body melts into mine, boneless and trusting. I run my hand down her back and soothe the tension from her muscles, letting her come down slow. I want her to feel safe. Cherished.

I brush the hair from her face, thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

“Was that what you wanted?” I ask, searching her eyes. “Was it everything you hoped for? Because, Charlotte, it was fucking everything for me.”

She smiles, soft and sweet, a little dazed.

“It was perfect, Koda. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. You make me feel so wanted.”

Damn, she kills me. I kiss her forehead, then her lips, slow and careful, tasting her sigh.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, holding her tight. “So fucking sexy. Watching you like that... I’ll never get over it.”

Her fingers curl against my chest and hold me close. I shift us so she’s tucked against my side, one big arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other palming her hip. I keep stroking her skin, gentle, until her breathing evens out and the trembling fades.

After a while, I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom. The suite’s private bath is bigger than our one at home, all gleaming marble and chrome. I set her on the counter and run the shower, testing the temperature until it’s just right. Then I strip off my mask and the rest of my clothes, and help her out of hers.

I step in first, then draw her in under the spray, sheltering her against me. The hot water sluices over us and washes away sweat and lube and everything else. She leans into my chest, eyes closed, letting me hold her up. I soap her gently and massage her shoulders, her back, her hips, careful with every touch.

“Is this okay?” I murmur, mouth against her temple. “Not too much?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “It’s perfect. This is the best babymoon ever.”

I cradle her face and tilt it up to mine, then kiss her slow. I want her to feel every ounce of what I’m giving her. I want her to know she’s safe, treasured, adored.

We stand there for a long time, just holding each other, water pounding down. When she’s steady on her feet, I reach for a towel and wrap her up, then dry myself off and lead her back to the bedroom.

The bed is a mess, so I turn down the other side and pull her in with me. This time, I take it slow. So fucking slow. I kiss her, long and deep, hands roaming her curves, lingering on her belly, her breasts, the soft insides of her thighs. She’s already wet for me, needy and open, and I slide inside her with a groan that comes from somewhere primal.

I keep my weight off her and brace on my arms, moving slow and deep. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. She clings to me and moans against my mouth, rocking up to meet every thrust.

I whisper to her the whole time. How much I love her, how gorgeous she is, how she’s everything I ever wanted. I tell her she’s mine, that I’ll never let her go, that I’m going to take care of her and our baby forever.

She comes for me, soft and sweet, her body clamping down around my cock.

The sound she makes is pure music.