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CHAPTER NINE-KOA

Her mouth is soft and wild under mine.

Every sound she makes, every gasp, every needy little whimper, goes straight to my cock.

I grind against her, slow and rough, letting her feel exactly how fucking hard I am.

She lets out this wrecked little sound, and I lose it.

I’m not kissing her anymore, I’m devouring her.

My hands are everywhere.

Under her tank, across the swell of her breasts, gripping the curve of her hip like I’m trying to anchor myself.

She’s hot, flushed, trembling, and so fucking mine.

At least for now.

“Fuck, Red,” I breathe against her neck, dragging my mouth down her skin. “You feel that?”

She nods, eyes dark and glassy, pupils blown wide.

Her hips rock against mine, and it’s like a goddamn religious experience.

I can feel her heat through those tiny little shorts and the only thought in my head is get them off, get inside, don’t stop until she’s ruined for anyone else.

But I pause. Just long enough to choke out, “Tell me to stop. Right now. I will if you say it.”

I will. I fucking will.

Even though every cell in my body is screaming to take her.

She doesn’t say stop.

She says, “Don’t you dare.”

And just like that, I’m gone.

My mouth crashes down on hers again as my hand slides beneath her shorts, beneath her underwear, straight to the slick, aching heat I’ve been dying to touch. My fingers find her wet and ready, and fuck, I nearly come from that alone.

“You’re soaked,” I growl, nipping at her jaw. “All this for me, baby?”

She nods, but I need to hear it.

“Say it.”

“It’s for you,” she whispers. “Only you.”

That does something to me.

Something permanent.

Something dangerous.

“You’re mine now,” I say, licking into that fucking mouth of hers like the greedy savage I am. “You understand? You give me this, Red, and I won’t stop. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

“Then ruin me,” she begs.

And now I know I won’t stop.

My fingers stroke her slowly, teasing, circling her clit, while she gasps and trembles under my hands.

She grabs at my shoulders, my arms, my waist, clutching at me like she needs me.

Like she feels what I feel.

Like this is more than just sex.

And maybe it is.

Maybe it always was.

I want her to fall apart in my arms.

To cry my name when she shatters.

To come with my fingers inside her, my mouth locked on hers, swallowing every broken, breathless sound she makes.

Fuck, I want everything.

Her body, her breath, her goddamn soul.

I want to mark her. Brand her. Own her.

I want there to be no inch of her untouched.

No part of her skin that doesn’t remember me, ache for me, belong to me.

And it’s driving me mad because I can’t do it here. Not like this. Not out in the open where anyone could walk around the corner and see her like this— so wrecked, so mine .

But I can have something.

It’s sick. Perverse. But I don’t give two shits.

I start bucking my hips, grinding against her in time with the rhythm of my fingers pumping inside her.

The head of my cock drags along her soft, bare belly, and I swear to god it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.

Her skin is dewy, flushed, and sticky with both our sweat. Her breath catches every time I press deeper into her pussy, every time I curl my fingers just right and twist my thumb over her clit.

Her hips jerk, her thighs tremble, and she gasps. It’s raw and high-pitched and perfect.

It's too much.

Too fucking much.

I pull back just a breath. My body still curved over hers, fingers still inside her, my mouth still ghosting her lips, but I can't take it.

I reach down and grip my cock, thick and leaking and aching for her.

She looks down, dazed, eyes wild and starving.

And I growl— feral, unfiltered —“Look what you do to me, Red. Fuck.”

She doesn’t speak.

Can’t.

Her lips part, but no words come.

Just heat. Just need.

Then she reaches down, and her small hand wraps around my shaft. Barely.

Her fingers don’t even meet.

But I don’t care. I hiss, hips jerking into her palm as she strokes me. Tentative at first, then with purpose.

I’m already throbbing. Already so fucking close I’m shaking.

“Here,” she says, breathless, and lifts her shirt.

And it’s over.

I groan, low and guttural, as thick streams of cum shoot across her belly and up onto her breasts, coating that gorgeous pale skin.

I curse—loud, broken—as the pressure breaks, and I spill every ounce of my need all over her like it’s a goddamn offering.

She’s gasping, wide-eyed, watching me. And that look? That look like she loves being ruined by me?

My cock fucking twitches again.

And just as I’m catching my breath, still panting, still trembling, her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

Hard.

“Fuck—Finley,” I grit out, thumb sliding over her clit in three tight, punishing circles, and she breaks.

Her whole body goes rigid, thighs locking around my hand, and she comes again.

It’s louder, wetter this time. So goddamn beautiful I nearly come again just watching her.

My other hand fists in her hair, keeping her eyes on me.

She’s panting, wrecked. Her chest is rising and falling in fast, shallow gasps, my cum glistening on her tits, her slick coating my fingers, and I swear—I've never seen anything more sacred.

She’s the perfect contradiction.

Filthy and innocent.

Soft and unyielding.

Mine.

My cock is already hard again, aching for another round, just from looking at her like this, completely undone in my hands.

I want to bend her over right now and sink into her until she’s hoarse from screaming my name.

But I can’t.

Not here.

Not like this.

Not the first time.

Because when I take her, it’s going to be everything.

Slow and savage.

Worship and ruin.

She deserves that. She deserves more than a quick fuck in the dark.

But that doesn’t change the truth of what this moment has done.

Because I know, deep down in the bottom of my ruined soul, this here? It changed everything.

I won’t be able to pretend she’s just the social media girl anymore.

I won’t be able to walk past her without needing to touch her.

Needing to have her.

I’ll want her.

All of her.

Always.

And I don’t know if I’m strong enough to survive that kind of need.

But I do know one thing.

I already belong to her.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.