Chapter 18
Tessa
The car was quiet except for the hum of the engine, but the heat building between Felix and me was deafening. His hand rested lightly on my thigh at first, innocent enough—or so I tried to tell myself—but then it moved, slow and deliberate, inching closer, tracing a line that set my core on fire.
I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing, my heart hammering like a drum I couldn’t control. Every nerve in my body was alive, every brush of his fingers against me sending a shock straight through my center.
The rational part of me wanted to push back, wanted to stop him, but the pull of him was magnetic, irresistible.
Felix didn’t speak, but his eyes flicked to mine in the rearview mirror, a dark promise dancing in their depths.
My fingers curled in my lap, my knuckles white as I tried to keep some shred of composure.
I tried to swallow, tried to tell myself to stay calm, but heat pooled low in my belly, tightening with every inch he gained. My fingers pressed against my own legs, gripping the seat, but it wasn’t enough to anchor me. His touch was fire, tracing paths I didn’t even know I wanted explored.
His eyes caught mine in the mirror, dark and dangerous, and the smirk tugging at his lips made my knees weaken. Every subtle press of his fingers made it impossible to think clearly, impossible to focus on anything but him—him and the maddening, delicious tease of what he was about to do.
Felix’s thumb gently teased the outside of my clothed panties, sending tingles all the way through me, and I gasped, unable to contain it.
The sound seemed to spark something within him, because his hand moved faster, trailing along the thin fabric until he reached the bare skin of my inner thigh.
His thumb circled slowly, so soft, so gentle, even as my heart raced wildly.
“I bet could make you come before we even got home,” he murmured. “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”
My breath hitched, every muscle clenched tight, and I couldn't deny the truth of his words.
My cheeks flushed hot as he continued his slow journey upward, his hand sliding higher and higher until it finally found its target.
Heat surged through me as his thumb pressed against my already swollen clit, circling it slowly at first, then harder, faster.
Felix’s eyes flicked between me and the road, and I should have worried about him crashing—but I was too lost in the way he made me feel. I arched my back into his touch, unable to contain myself any longer. I was lost in this feeling, in him, and there was no going back now.
"Felix," I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. "Please."
Each thrust of his fingers inside me was punctuated by his thumb's repetitive circling of my clit, and suddenly, it was too much. I cried out his name one last time, shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The car sped up, engine roaring as if echoing my own cries of release.
Even as I came down from the edge, he didn’t let go.
His fingers lingered, wet and slick, and then—deliberately—he brought them to his mouth, sucking and licking me clean.
The intimate, possessive action made my knees weak all over again, and heat flared through me, reminding me how completely he owned me, even in the aftermath of my release.
The roar of the engine faded as we pulled up to the brownstone, but my body was still on fire, every nerve singing from the way he’d claimed me.
Felix’s hand slid possessively along my thigh, pressing me closer to him. His lips brushed my ear, voice low and rough. “Plan on being up all night,” he murmured, and I knew he meant it. Every word dripped with ownership, a promise that I was his—and he had no intention of letting me go.
Inside the brownstone, the front door barely latched behind us before he was trailing kisses down my neck, his hands roaming with that same possessive hunger.
Every step towards his bedroom felt electric, my body burning in anticipation.
By the time the bedroom door closed behind us, I was already trembling beneath him, knowing there was no escaping the night he had planned for us.
Felix pressed me against the closed door, his hips grinding into mine.
His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my jawline and neck, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
His scent mingled with mine, musky and addictive, driving me wild.
I arched into him, unable to get close enough, my body craving the contact.
“I can’t get you out of my head,” he growled, teeth grazing my earlobe. “I’m going to show you who you belong to.”
He pulled away just enough to slip off his jacket and toss it carelessly onto a nearby chair before getting back to work on unbuttoning his shirt.
I watched as each button popped open under his nimble fingers, revealing more of his broad chest covered in soft black hair that begged for my touch.
The smell of his skin—a mix of sweat and soap—filled my senses, making me dizzy with want.
My fingers fumbled with the hem of my dress, trying to mimic his movements, but he caught them effortlessly, trapping my hands. “Don’t,” he said, his lips brushing mine with a dangerous heat. “I’ll take care of you.”
Felix's hands trailed over every inch of my exposed skin as he undressed me slowly, savoring each gasp and moan that escaped my mouth. Every caress sent electric shocks straight to my core, making my lower half clench in anticipation of what was yet to come.
Finally naked, I stood there shaking as he pulled back to admire his handiwork—his dark eyes roaming over every inch of me, hunger and ownership written across his face. Then, without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the bed, his grip firm and unyielding.
The mattress dipped under us the moment he pushed me down, his body pressing into mine as if he couldn’t bear a single inch of distance.
His lips found mine again, rough and claiming, while his hands roamed over me with that same possessive hunger.
I arched into him, breathless and trembling, utterly lost in the way he made me feel.
My legs wrapped around his waist as Felix positioned himself between my thighs, teasing me with the head of his cock before plunging into me with a growl.
The room seemed to spin as Felix thrust into me, filling me up perfectly, claiming me as his own.
Each of his powerful strokes sent sparks of pleasure through me, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.
We moved together in a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful—a dance that spoke of ownership and desire.
Sweat trickled down my back as he picked up speed, driving into me harder, faster, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
His thrusts were rough but perfectly timed, hitting my sweet spot each time as he drove us both to the edge.
Arching my hips up to meet him, I cried out his name, a plea for more as the world spun around us.
It was hard and demanding, taking what he wanted with no pretense of gentleness.
My nails dug into his back, leaving shallow welts as I tried to match his intensity.
And then it was too much—too good—and I was crying out his name yet again as I came apart beneath him. My nails bit into his skin, leaving marks that would remain as reminders of this moment.
“Fuck,” Felix muttered, and I could feel his pace start to lose rhythm as he followed me over the edge. His hips stuttered as he found his own release, filling me with hot ropes of come.
We collapsed together, panting, our bodies sticky and sated. Felix's hands ran through my hair, his touch gentle for once. "You're mine," he whispered against my neck, like it was a promise—an order—a statement of fact.
Even as I trembled in the aftershocks of him, his lips stayed at my skin, voice dropping lower, rougher. “I told you,” he murmured, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “I said we’d be up all night… and I meant it.”
I shivered, heat still pooling, every nerve alert to his touch.
The fire between us hadn’t faded—it hummed beneath the surface, quiet for now, but very much alive.
I melted against him, chest to chest, letting his possessiveness wrap around me like a claim, knowing with absolute certainty that he would follow through, in every way, every moment, until the sun rose again.