Chapter 10 Riley
TEN
RILEY
This is so new to me. Crewe isn’t like any man I’ve dated before. All the others have always wanted something from me. In and out of the bedroom, but Crewe just wants me to be happy.
Like he doesn’t care about himself.
And it makes me want to please him even more.
I slide my hand to his cheek and kiss him slower, softer—telling him without words that I want this.
Crewe responds like he’s been waiting for permission he never asked for.
The kiss turns hungry again, mouths moving, breath tangling. His hand slides along my side, pulling me flush to him, and I feel the hard line of his restraint right alongside his desire.
I gasp softly, and he makes that sound again—low and rough—and it lights me up from the inside.
He breaks the kiss to press his mouth to my throat, just below my jaw, and I inhale sharply.
“Crewe,” I whisper.
He pauses immediately. “Talk to me.”
My skin is too warm. My thoughts are too scattered. “Don’t stop.”
He exhales like that costs him something.
Then he continues—slow kisses along my neck, his hand still at my waist, grounding me. The intimacy of it hits harder than the heat. It’s not just what he’s doing.
It’s the fact that he’s paying attention.
Like my body is a language he’s fluent in already.
I tilt my head back, giving him access, and his mouth is warm against my skin. My fingers tighten in his hair.
He lifts his head and looks at me, eyes dark. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
“Because you’re… you,” I whisper, breathless.
His mouth curves slightly. “That’s not an explanation.”
“It’s the only one I’ve got.”
He kisses me again—one slow, deep kiss that turns my knees soft.
Then he pulls back, resting his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “I want you,” he says, and the raw honesty of it makes my heart flip. “But like I said, don’t feel like you owe me anything.”
I blink, overwhelmed. “I don’t.”
His hands tighten around my waist like he’s anchoring himself too. Like he’s fighting the instinct to do everything at once.
He kisses me again—deep, hot, unhurried.
And this time, I kiss him back like I’m done pretending I don’t want this with every part of me.
We move together in small shifts under the blanket, exploring, learning, building heat slowly until the world outside disappears completely. His hands stay firm but respectful, always checking in with the way he pauses, the way he watches my face.
My chest presses to his. My heartbeat syncs to his.
And for a few stolen minutes, I’m not thinking about sabotage or stolen codes or faceless men in black SUVs.
I’m thinking about the way Crewe Hawthorne kisses me like he means it.
Like he isn’t collecting a moment.
Like he’s choosing me.
He removes our clothing like he’s got all the time in the world, but I can tell he’s restraining himself.
“Pill? Are you on it?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
He lets out an audible breath like this is the answer he’s been waiting for. “Good, because I need you raw.”
I suck in a breath. “You can let yourself go.”
He pauses and gazes at me. “If I let myself go… I might not ever come back.”
I cup his cheek, his stubble hard against my palm. “I’ll bring you back.”
He kisses me, hard. Harder than he ever has before. Like he can’t get enough of me. And then it’s all frantic movements as he’s raised above me. He presses his dick at my entrance and I hold my breath.
It’s definitely bigger than any I’ve ever seen before. It scares me a bit, but I know Crewe won’t hurt me. I know he’d rather die than cause me pain.
He pushes in slowly, letting me acclimate to his size. Once I do he picks up speed.
“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers close to my ear. He keeps moving inside me, and I spread my legs to give him better access.
He feels so good too.
I moan as my nails scrape down his back. “Don’t stop,” I groan out.
He chuckles softly. “Didn’t plan on it.” He keeps thrusting his hips, pushing in and out of me. And with each powerful thrust I find myself falling harder for him.
I grip tighter, holding him close to me so I can hold onto this feeling. This forever feeling I never want to end.
Crewe picks up speed. “I’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy since I met you.”
“Really?” I whisper, my body growing closer and closer toward my release.
“Riley,” he says, pulling back a bit so he can gaze down at me. “Can’t you tell I’m completely gone for you.”
My whole insides light up. Like magic. “I feel the exact same,” I say, and then he kisses me. Like he’s promising me forever.
And then my body lights up from the inside out. Like every cell vibrates all at once. Sure, I’ve had orgasms before, but never like this. Never this intense.
“I’m coming,” I call out as Crewe just holds me tighter.
My body is still shuddering, waves of pleasure crashing through me so hard I can barely breathe, but Crewe doesn’t slow down. If anything, he gets rougher, hungrier, pinning my wrists above my head with one big hand while the other grips my hip like he’s claiming every inch of me.
“Fuck, Riley,” he growls against my throat, voice low and gravel-rough.
“You’re still squeezing me so goddamn tight.
Milking my cock like you’re trying to ruin me.
” He snaps his hips forward, driving so deep I feel him in my stomach, and a broken moan tears out of me.
“That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch while you’re still coming down. ”
I’m sensitive—too sensitive—but the overstimulation only makes everything sharper, hotter. My thighs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him even closer. He likes that. I can tell by the filthy sound he makes in the back of his throat.
“Look at you,” he rasps, slowing just enough to grind in slow, filthy circles that make my eyes roll back. “All flushed and wrecked and still begging for more. You love this cock, don’t you? Love how deep I get. How full I make you feel.”
“Yes—God, yes—” The words spill out before I can stop them, desperate and raw.
He chuckles, dark and dangerous, then suddenly pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the thick head inside me. I whine at the loss, hips lifting instinctively, chasing him.
“Uh-uh.” He pins me down harder, eyes glittering. “You want it? Then tell me exactly how bad you need me to fuck you.”
My face burns, but the ache between my legs is worse. “Please, Crewe,” I gasp. “Fuck me hard. Please—I need you so deep I can’t think.”
His grin is pure sin. “That’s my girl.”
Then he slams back in, one brutal, perfect thrust that punches the air from my lungs.
He sets a punishing rhythm—long, deep strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me, then short, sharp snaps of his hips that make my clit throb with every impact.
The bed creaks under us. My nails rake down his back. Sweat slicks our skin together.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, voice wrecked now too. “Feel how fucking soaked you are for me? That pretty pussy’s dripping down my balls. Gonna make a mess of these sheets, baby.”
I can’t answer. I can only moan, head thrashing against the pillow as another wave starts building, impossibly fast after the first one.
He must feel it because his grip tightens, rhythm turning erratic, desperate. “Come on, Riley. Give me another one. Come on my cock again—fuck—let me feel you shatter.”
His mouth crashes over mine, swallowing my cries as he fucks me through the rising heat. Tongue deep, teeth biting my bottom lip, hand sliding between us so his thumb can circle my swollen clit in tight, ruthless strokes.
It hits me like lightning.
I arch so hard my spine leaves the mattress, screaming his name into his mouth as the second orgasm rips through me, fiercer than the first. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing, fluttering, and he groans like he’s in pain.
“Fuck—fuck—there it is. So fucking good. So tight—gonna come inside you, baby. Gonna fill this greedy little pussy up.”
His thrusts turn wild, sloppy, hips slamming into mine as he chases his own release. Then he buries himself to the hilt, body locking tight against me, and I feel the hot, thick pulses of him spilling deep inside.
He shudders above me, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting, wrecked, trembling.
For a long moment neither of us moves.
Then he kisses me slow, filthy, possessive—like he’s branding me from the inside out.
“Mine,” he whispers against my swollen lips.
And God help me, I believe him.
I’m breathing hard, cheeks hot, lips sore in the best way.
Crewe’s arm tightens around me, pulling me against him with a quiet possessiveness that makes me feel claimed in the safest way.
“You okay?” he asks, voice rough.
I nod, curling my hand against his chest. “Yeah.”
His breath brushes my hair. “Get some sleep.”
I snort softly. “After that?”
He lets out a low chuckle, and the sound makes my heart soften all over again. “I’ll keep watch,” he murmurs.
“You can’t keep watch if you don’t sleep.”
“I can.”
I tip my head up, press a quick kiss to his mouth—gentle, sweet, a promise. “Then at least pretend to rest.”
He kisses my forehead again. “Yes, ma’am.”
I smile into his chest, eyes closing.
Outside, the world is a mystery.
Inside, Crewe holds me like he’s built for this too.
And I drift off thinking one impossible thought that scares me more than any threat:
I’m not just falling into danger.
I might be falling for him.