Christina’s POV
The suite door had barely shut when he kissed , hard and needy. I kissed him back just as desperately, like we couldn’t get enough of each other.
Just from kissing him, I could feel myself getting wet.
It wasn’t just —he was obviously hard too, his erection pressing against through his pants.
His hands were everywhere, burning hot against my skin. He pushed back against the wall and lifted up like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
I ground against him, the hard ridges of his muscles rubbing against my most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure through .
"Fuck," he growled against my neck. "I’ve wanted this since I first saw you."
He kissed my neck, my earlobe. I gasped and pressed against him.
We tore at each other’s clothes. His jacket hit the floor, then my dress. When his shirt ca off, I couldn’t help but stare. I ran my hands down his chest, trailing lower to his sculpted abs.
I worked his pants off completely, his hot length springing free and slapping against my face. His cock was flushed deep red, the head rounded and glistening with moisture.
So thick, I thought, reaching to wrap my hand around it, barely able to encircle him completely.
I flicked my tongue across the tip. His cock twitched in my hand imdiately, burning hot and rock hard, almost like heated steel. More wetness leaked from , the emptiness inside driving nearly insane. I wanted nothing more than to sink down on him right then, to be filled completely in one deep thrust.
He picked up and carried to the bed, setting down gently despite the hunger in his eyes. But that didn’t last long.
He touched and kissed every part of , making moan in ways I never had before. He was incredible at foreplay, kissing my breasts, circling with his hands. He carefully stretched with his fingers, but all I wanted was for him to get inside already.
When he finally pushed inside , I moaned with satisfaction—it was so intense it almost hurt.
"You feel so fucking perfect," he growled, "So tight around ."
He started moving. His cock filled completely while his head buried deep in my neck, each powerful thrust sending waves of intense pleasure through , easily filling the bottomless emptiness in my heart. My walls clenched and spasd around him, my whole body trembling with ecstasy, white light flashing behind my eyes.
He pulled tight against him and kissed deeply. The kiss was ssy and desperate, leaving weak in his arms.
On the bed our bodies were completely entwined, him pressing down as his hips drove relentlessly, burying his thick length inside again and again. We held each other without any space between us, our sweat-slicked chests pressed together.
I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist so he could thrust even deeper and harder.
He flipped over, positioning with my back to him. His fra was so much larger than mine, his workout-hardened muscles solid and strong, covering like a mountain. In this position he barely needed to exert any force,just his body weight alone let him slide impossibly deep.
"Fuck, you feel incredible like this," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear.
I felt like he was going to split in half, terrifying waves of pleasure crashing over as every inch of my skin beca saturated with his scent.
That relentless cock was buried deep inside , claiming completely. I arched my neck to kiss him, trailing from his throat to his jaw to his lips, then pulled him into another deep, desperate kiss.
He fucked through another climax, but his cock remained hard, showing no signs of pulling out. My nails dug into his arms, but he seed immune to pain, simply gripping my ass and shifting to my side, keeping locked in his embrace.
"I can’t... it’s too much," I gasped, my words broken.
"Yes you can, baby. You’re being such a good girl."
In this position he drove even deeper, his powerful thighs trapping beneath him, my ass cheeks pressed together as his pelvis slamd against , creating ripples across my flesh. I clawed at the sheets, wave after wave of pleasure pushing far beyond my limits. My orgasms beca short and continuous, my walls clenching nonstop, my vision blurring.
"Please... I need..." I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.
"I know what you need," he whispered hotly against my ear. "And I’m going to give it all to you."
He pressed against my back, his burning skin scorching mine as he held close.
Even though I was already overwheld,I still tried to lift my hips to et his movents. He clearly wasn’t ready to co yet, fucking while lowering his head to capture my earlobe between his teeth.
I was so fucked out I couldn’t even form words, this was hands down the most incredible sex of my life. What the hell had I been doing with Niall all those years? That was nothing compared to this.
In the moonlight, this made him look like so kind of large predator, and I was his prey for the night,a dying gazelle or doe about to have her throat torn out. Perhaps because his full weight was pressing down on , his thrusts weren’t large in scope, but each one was deep and heavy, as if he wanted to rge with completely and thoroughly.
He let out a muffled grunt, his cock growing even harder inside . He nuzzled my neck, easing so of the pressure holding down, and I turned to face him, looking into his eyes.
"Look at you, so beautiful when you’re fucked out," he murmured, his hand moving to my breast.
His palm easily cupped my sweat-dampened breast, and with a forward thrust of his knee he spread my weak legs apart, sliding into again. After what felt like my hundredth orgasm, this seed like it would never end.
By the ti he finally ca,I was so exhausted I was nearly unconscious, my strength completely depleted.
He got up to clean gently afterward, then pulled into his arms, his breathing becoming steady and even.
I drifted off to sleep too.
The clock read 10:07 AM, way too bright for my eyes.
I groaned as last night ca flooding back. The bar. My neighbor. The hotel.
The sex.
My whole body ached in the best way possible. I sat up and started searching for my clothes, trying not to make my headache worse.
I’d just pulled my skirt out from under the bed when a voice stopped cold.
"Leaving so soon?"
I turned around slowly, partly from the hangover, partly from embarrassnt, and saw him standing in the bathroom doorway with just a towel around his waist.
He was still wet from the shower, water running down his chest. His hair was slicked back and damp. Sohow he looked even better in daylight.
Images from last night hit —his mouth on , his hands all over , the things he whispered in my ear.
My throat went dry.
"We need to talk," he said, and it wasn’t really a question.
He stood in front of , his voice disturbingly calm—as if he were announcing the fridge had broken, not that I had thrown him onto a bed the night before.
Talk?
My brain instantly began sorting through possibilities. Talk about what? A debrief? A review? Was he proposing so kind of "long-term sexual partnership"?
Well, considering how incredible he was in bed last night, being fuck buddies was honestly a tempting option. Oh god, could I please stop making bad decisions for once in my life?
But definitely not a proposal. That sort of thing only happens in soap operas written by people with hopelessly romantic minds.
Was he worried I’d cling to him?
After all, it was who started this.
I was the one who dragged him out of the bar, opened the suite door and pinned him down without a second thought.
"Look," I said, adopting the most mature, responsible tone I could muster, "Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was reckless. Impulsive." I paused, my gaze slipping despite itself. "And... undeniably good."
I tried not to look at his shoulders, his chest or the water droplets sliding down his collarbone, tracing over sculpted muscle. Akira stirred inside , unnervingly interested in this man’s scent.
"I’m not asking for anything from you," I went on, clearer now. "No responsibility, no dramatic phone calls. That’s not who I am."
He didn’t say anything. But his expression looked slightly annoyed
Seeing no reaction, I turned to the door—aiming for a graceful exit, complete with a closure monologue.
But just as my hand reached the doorknob, a warm, wet palm landed on the back of mine.
I froze and turned around slowly.
He was looking at with an expression I couldn’t place, sowhere between surprise and... seriousness.
"You don’t rember ?" he asked softly.
I blinked, caught off guard. I answered quickly, almost defensively. "Of course I do. You’re my new neighbor."
Technically true. Totally accurate.
That face was unforgettable, or, more precisely, that face standing in front of in just a white towel, with water dripping down those abs... yeah. Not sothing easily erased from mory.
I swallowed hard.
The silence stretched.
Then he said, "It’s fine. Doesn’t matter."
I blinked. What?
"Can I go now?" I asked dryly. His hand still hadn’t moved.
He looked at again, then said, "Will you marry ?"
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