“Are you free?” I asked, my voice smaller than I’d intended.
“For the whole day, yes,” he replied, depositing the glass in a waste bin. “Why?”
“Nothing, really… I should just leave.” I stood up, suddenly unsure of myself.
“Or maybe I know why you are here; I can smell what your want even from here.”
Heat rushed to my face. “That’s not why I am here.”
His lips quirked into a half–smile. “Then I guess you wore that low–cut dress with your G–string peeking out above your waistband because it’s… comfortable.” He moved closer, his gaze dropping to my lips. “What do I do with you?”
The air between us charged with something electric. “I don’t know; maybe you can rip off my clothes and fuck me against the wall.”
“You’ve gotten too much of Kaius to know ripping up a girl’s dress isn’t very gentlemanly.” His fingers traced the neckline of my dress, feather–light and teasing.
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“He is a bad, bad influence on me,” I murmured, leaning into his tough.
“As you wish.”
In one fluid motion, he had me pressed against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine, kissing me with a desperate heat. The vivid memory of him fucking me just yesterday flashed through my mind, raw and intense, and my cunt instantly grew slick and wet for him in response.
His hand slid down my belly, fingers immediately finding the thin fabric of my G–string. He hooked his fingers under it, tugging it impatiently aside, exposing my soaked folds to the cool air and his hungry gaze. Then he plunged one finger deep inside me, stirring deliberately, coating it in my wetness. A low groan escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me, beginning a rough rhythm of in–and–out thrusts that hit all the right places. Before I could fully adjust, he forced a third finger in, filling me completely. His fingers moved ruthlessly, pumping and churning deep inside my dripping channel, stretching me wider with each demanding stroke.
When he finally pulled back, his ice–blue eyes had darkened with desire. “Are you ready?”
“Fuck me already.”
“Well, you aren’t very innocent after all,” he observed with a smile that held no judgment, only appreciation.
He seized my thigh, hiking my leg up high, forcing my slick cunt open and exposing it fully to the light. His cock was brutally thick, engorged and flushed a deep, angry red, radiating a palpable heat that promised intensity.
Without preamble, he positioned the swollen head against my wet entrance and surged forward, burying himself deep inside me. The sheer thickness of him filling me completely stole my breath. He immediately began to pound into me, establishing a hard, driving rhythm. Each relentless thrust slammed against my cervix, sending jolts of raw sensation through my entire body. With every demanding stroke, the anxieties and sadness that had plagued my morning began to evaporate, overwhelmed and consumed by the rising tide of pure, physical need.
“You are sore; I won’t like you limping,” he said, pausing his movements.
“Who cares, I want this, and you won’t deny me,” I replied, wrapping my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.
“Lay on your back,” he commanded, lifting me from the wall and carrying me to the nearby sofa. He laid me down with surprising
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gentleness, his body covering fine as he continued where we’d left off.
In that moment, with Frost moving inside me, his lips tracing patterns on my neck, I found a temporary escape from the chaos of my thoughts. No Kaius, no contracts, no political manipulations–just two bodies seeking comfort in each other.
Afterward, as we lay tangled together on the narrow sofa, I felt the tension drain from my body, replaced by a peaceful exhaustion.
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