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CHAPTER NINETEEN-KOA

Hotel Room – 12:57 AM

She’s laid out for me like a fucking fever dream.

Skin flushed. Legs parted. Panting like she already came just from me looking at her.

And I haven’t even touched her yet.

Not how I need to.

She’s spread across the white hotel sheets, red hair fanned out like a damn halo.

Her tank top is long gone.

So are her leggings and those little cotton panties I plan to replace with my face on a regular basis.

Torn to shreds. But I’ll be keeping them, anyway.

I move between her thighs and just look my fill.

So sexy. So luscious. So mine.

My Red.

Finally, I can have what I want. That’s her.

Finley Adamo is absolutely one hundred percent mine.

“Time to eat.”

My voice is so damn gritty and rough, I sound like a monster.

But maybe she likes monsters because she flexes her hips, and moans, and fuck I am so hard, I might come on the sheets just from staring at her glistening pussy.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, almost to myself. “Fucking perfect.”

Her breath catches. Her hips shift. She’s fucking dripping for me.

I can see it. I can smell it. The slick shine of her need glitters in the dim lighting.

The slight twitch of her thighs as I stroke two fingers along the seam of her pussy tells me how badly she needs me.

Finley moans. Her head tipped back, fingers fisting the sheets—and it’s the prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“You ready for me to wreck you, Red?” I ask, voice even rougher.

“Because I’ve been starving for a taste of this pussy since the first day you smart-mouthed me.”

Her answer is a needy whimper and a frantic nod.

So I do it.

I drop my head and bury my mouth between her thighs.

And the second my long tongue strokes against her seam, all the way up, hitting her tight little clit—she breaks.

Her whole body jolts.

Her hands fly to my head, thighs clamping around me like she can’t stand it—and she cries out my name like a prayer laced with profanity.

“Koa—fuck—oh my God!”

Music to my ears.

I devour her.

Like a man who’s found his religion in the way she tastes. I lick and suck and slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, finding that secret patch of skin.

I stroke her there until she’s trembling.

Until her pussy floods, and my face is soaked.

Until her legs are shaking and she’s chanting my name. Like she might forget how to breathe if she stops.

Poor darling is desperate for it. And I want to beat my chest like a brute and roar to the world that I am the one who does this to her.

The only one from here on out.

Finley comes like she was made to.

Hard. Loud.

Her thighs trembling for long seconds after as I drag out her pleasure. I slow my licks and strokes, but I don’t stop. Not even when her back arches and she whimpers and begs.

“Please, no more. I can’t!”

“Sure you can, Red. Watch,” I reassure her.

She doesn’t know what she needs. I do.

And her pussy does, too.

Her sopping wet sex is still clenching around my fingers like she doesn’t want to let me go.

She relaxes, giving me control. And I reward her with another flick of my tongue against her sensitive clit.

“Koa! Yes!”

“Good girl,” I rasp against her. “That’s it. Give it to me.”

Because I’m not fucking done.

Not by a long shot.

I kiss my way up her body— tasting her skin, her sweat, her sweet surrender —and I savor it all.

Every single thing about her.

The sight she makes like a siren made of flame and heat spread out across the pristine sheets like a sacrifice.

All her flavors.

All her sounds.

When I reach her mouth, I kiss her like she’s mine. Because she is.

But it’s not a one way thing.

As sure as she’s mine, I am hers.

I already belong to her.

I reach down for my shorts and grab the condom that’s been burning a hole in my pocket for days.

I tear it open with my teeth and roll it on with a hiss because I’m so fucking hard it hurts.

I line myself up, nudging her slick heat with the tip of my cock—and pause.

Just for a second.

Just long enough to look into her eyes and say, “This isn’t just tonight, Red. You’re mine now.”

And then I thrust into her.

We both groan— raw, loud, unrestrained .

She’s tight.

Hot. Wet.

Fucking perfect.

And she takes every inch of me like her body was made for mine.

I bottom out with a grinding roll of my hips, her head thrown back, her hands clawing at my arms.

“Fuck. You feel like heaven,” I growl. “Like sin and salvation all at once.”

And then I move.

Slow at first.

Deep. Stretching her tight sheath.

Giving her every inch, dragging it out until she’s writhing and begging and whispering filthy things in my ear.

Then, I let go.

Her eyes roll back into her head, and I allow it for a moment. But the truth is I want them on me.

So I reach for her, my tattooed, bronzed hand moves around her neck, and her crystalline eyes shoot open, finding me like emerald lasers.

“Eyes on me, Red. Watch while I fuck you.”

It’s lewd. Crass. Fucking barbaric. But I need it. And she does it.

Proving she was made for me.

Then I fuck her like I want her tattooed on my soul.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed with her moans, my name, her gasps when I hit that perfect spot again and again.

I grip her thigh, shove it higher over my shoulder, and piston into her until she’s sobbing— literally sobbing —from the pressure, the pleasure, the overload.

“Koa—I’m gonna—I’m gonna?—”

“Do it, Red. Let me feel you fall apart. Let me see what you got.”

“Oh my God!”

“That’s it. Come all over my cock. Soak this fucking mattress.”

She shatters again, her fingernails dig into my arms as her body starts convulsing, pussy clenching, and breath coming out in short, strangled pants—and I swear the room fucking tilts.

Her pleasure triggers mine.

I come with a roar, burying myself as deep as I can, falling down on her sweet, soft body, cursing into her neck as my body pulses inside her.

We ride the aftershocks together, both of us trembling, sweaty, gasping like we’ve just survived something dangerous.

Because maybe we have.

I don’t pull out immediately.

I don’t want to.

Instead, I kiss her.

Soft this time. Gentle. My hand cradles her cheek. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and soft.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“Hi.”

We lie there for a moment, tangled up and fucked-out, and I already know.

I’ve had sex before.

But this?

This was the moment I crossed a line I’ll never come back from.

And I don’t want to.

I never want to stop.

Won’t ever get enough of her.

In fact, I’m already hard again.

Still buried inside her.

Still throbbing.

Still starving.

She blinks up at me, eyes wide, dazed, pupils blown. “Again?” she whispers.

I rock my hips into her, slow and deep, and give her a nod. “Again.”

She bites her lip.

“I—I’m on the pill. It’s been a long time for me.”

My heart stutters.

“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” I say, breath catching. “And you know we’re tested regularly for the team. It’s clean. I’m clean. I?—”

I stop. Afraid to hope.

Afraid she’ll take it back.

Then she says it.

Quiet. Sure.

“Take me bare this time. I don’t want anything between us.”

My eyes fall shut.

Fuck.

Gratitude floods my chest like a wave—hot and heavy and too much. I slide out of her, chest rising hard, and toss the used condom to the floor.

Then I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me, my hands spanning her hips.

“What are you—” she starts, breathless.

But I silence her with a kiss, greedy and sweet all at once, before guiding her into position.

“You’re in control this time, Red.” My voice is low, reverent. Wrecked.

“I want you to ride me. Wanna see you come while you bounce that hot body up and down on my dick.”

Her eyes go wide.

Then she slams her mouth to mine— teeth and tongue and fire .

She lifts up, positioning herself, slick and ready.

When she sinks down?

Holy fucking hell.

My head hits the pillow with a groan as she takes me inside.

All of me. Raw.

“S’good,” I pant, hands gripping her waist like she’s the only thing tethering me to this earth.

“How do you feel so fucking good?”

She leans over me, mouth brushing mine, and says the thing that fucking ends me.

“Because we were made to do this, Koa. You and me. I’ve felt it since day one.”

I nearly come on the spot.

I grip her hips harder, eyes locked to hers.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s right.”

“You’re mine, Red,” I growl, animalistic, needy, and so turned on I might explode, “and I’m yours.”

She smiles and when she rides me, slow and deep and full of purpose, I realize something terrifying:

This isn’t just the best sex of my life.

It’s the beginning of everything.

I love her.