The Acura’s leather seat sticks to my damp thighs. Heart hammers like a war drum. Chase over, bullets dodged, but fire rages inside. Thibault grips the wheel, eyes wild. I grab his hand. Pull it to my cheek. Skin scorches. ‘You saved me,’ he whispers. Bullshit. I leap. Lips crash into his. Tongues tangle, hungry. Taste sweat, fear, victory. My pulse thunders in my ears. Nipples harden against my soaked dress. His free hand claws my thigh. Fingers dig in. Up, under the hem. No panties. Wet heat greets him. I grind against his palm. Engine hums. We swerve into the villa drive. Door barely slams. I jump him again. Legs wrap his waist. He grabs my ass, squeezes hard. Bruises tomorrow. Good. Stumble through the living room. Table crashes. Don’t care. His mouth devours my neck. Bites. I claw his shirt open. Buttons fly. Chest bare, muscles slick. Heartbeat syncs with mine. Racing. Urgent. Need him now. Bedroom door bangs. We collapse on the king bed. Dress hikes up. He yanks it down. Tits free. Small, hard. He sucks one. Teeth graze. Electricity shoots to my core. Fingers rip his pants. Cock springs out. Thick, veined. Average high, perfect. I stroke. He groans. Pulse jumps under my grip.
He flips me. No time for games. Tongue dives between my legs. Nose in my bush. Inhales deep. Dark, musky scent. Licks my clit. Circles. Sucks lips. I buck. Thighs clamp his head. Waves build. Heart explodes. Fingers plunge in. Two, then three. Stretch me. Pump hard. I shatter. Scream rips out. Body convulses. Juices flood his face. He laps every drop. Gasps for air. Grins wicked. Rolls on condom. Positions at my slit. Eyes lock. ‘Fuck me,’ I growl. He thrusts. Slow at first. Fills me. Inch by inch. Walls grip tight. Then savage. Pounds deep. Skin slaps skin. Sweat flies. My nails rake his back. Blood beads. He bites my shoulder. Animal. I meet every slam. Hips buck wild. Clit grinds his pubes. Fire everywhere. Heart races faster. Lungs burn. ‘Harder,’ I hiss. He obeys. Bed shakes. Headboard cracks wall. Orgasm builds again. Coils tight. Explodes. I howl. Milk him. He roars. Buries deep. Spasms. Fills the rubber. Collapses on me. Weights me down. Perfect.
The Fever
We pant. Skin glued, slick. Heartbeats slow together. His fingers trace my spine. Gentle now. Lips brush mine. Soft. Aftershocks ripple. Pussy throbs. His cock softens inside. Pulls out. Cum leaks. I smile. Feral. Alive. He rolls off. Pulls me close. Spoon. Hand cups my tit. Thumb flicks nipple. Lazy. Sated. Morning light creeps in later. Shower calls. But this… this burn lingers. Unique. Devouring. Mine.