Chapter 35
Olivia
Kade steps back just enough to look at me, his eyes roaming over every inch of me like he’s memorizing it. The shirt I’m wearing, his shirt, has ridden up, leaving my sheer lace panties completely visible.
Heat rushes through me, but instead of shying away, I feel a confidence I haven’t had before from the way he’s looking at me.
Slowly, I sit up and grab the hem of the shirt. His eyes tracking every movement as I peel it from my body and toss it aside. His jaw tightens, his chest rising and falling faster now, and when I meet his gaze again, he drops to his knees in front of me like he can’t help himself.
“Liv… fuck.” His voice is rough, strained, his hands flexing at his sides like he’s holding himself back. “Can I touch you?” His eyes search mine, desperate for permission even as his need radiates off him.
“Yes,” I breathe, my chest heaving, heat pooling low in my stomach.
Kade’s hands slide slowly up my bare thighs, his touch featherlight but enough to send shivers racing over my skin, goosebumps rising in his wake. My breath catches, anticipation coiling tighter in my belly as I watch him, unable to tear my eyes away.
“Has anyone ever tasted this pussy?” His voice is low, rough, laced with something that makes my insides clench.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, but he doesn’t pull them down. He’s waiting, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
My heart hammers in my chest, but the answer tumbles out without hesitation. “No one,” I stammer, my voice trembling, but it’s the truth.
Something flashes in his expression—primal, possessive—and his jaw tightens as if he’s barely holding himself together.
“Fuck…” His voice is a growl now, reverent and hungry all at once. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
And with that, he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, slow and deliberate, before dragging my panties down my legs with aching patience.
“Lie back for me,” he whispers, and I do as he says, my heart hammering as I settle against the pillows, my thighs instinctively pressing together under the weight of his stare.
But Kade doesn’t let me hide. His large hands slide up my legs, gently but firmly urging them apart, and when I open for him, his gaze darkens, his chest rising heavier.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, almost to himself, before lowering his head. The first brush of his tongue against me makes my hips jerk, and a strangled sound escapes my throat before I can stop it.
He groans against me, the vibration making me whimper as his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me open for him. His tongue moves slowly at first, teasing me with long, unhurried strokes before circling my clit with maddening precision.
“Kade…” My voice is shaking, desperate, but he doesn’t let up.
He alternates between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks of his tongue, his mouth working me like he’s tasting something he’s been craving forever. Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, firm and perfect, and my back arches off the bed.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he growls against me, and the sound makes me clench, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him exactly where I need him.
He responds with a low, satisfied hum before slipping a single thick finger inside me, curling it just right. The intrusion makes me gasp, and he adds a second, stretching me slowly, deliberately, his tongue never leaving my clit.
The pressure builds fast, and I’m already trembling, my thighs shaking against his shoulders.
“Kade… I—” My words break into a moan as the coil inside me tightens, pleasure building fast, and unstoppable.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice low and wrecked. “Let go for me.”
My body tenses, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I cry out his name, my hips grinding helplessly against his mouth. Kade groans, holding me through it, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last aftershock until I’m gasping beneath him.
When I finally collapse back onto the bed, chest heaving, Kade presses one last lingering kiss to the inside of my thigh before kissing his way back up my body. Each kiss is slow, deliberate, as if he’s savoring every inch of me.
By the time his mouth finds mine, I’m already reaching for him, desperately tugging him closer. The taste of me still lingers on his lips, and it sends another rush of heat through me.
Kade braces himself above me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
“Is this what you want, Liv?” His voice is low, strained, as if holding himself back costs him everything. “I need you to be sure. If you’re not ready, we stop. I can wait.”
My chest tightens at the way he says it, at how much he means it, and my hands move instinctively to his face, holding him close. My heart is pounding so hard I swear he can feel it against his chest, but my voice is steady when I answer.
“I’m sure,” I whisper, my thumb brushing along his jaw. “I’m yours, Kade.”
Something shifts in Kade’s expression at my words. His jaw flexes, and for a heartbeat, he just stares at me, like he’s trying to etch me into his memory.
“Mine,” he rasps, before his mouth claims mine in a kiss that steals every breath from my lungs. It’s hungry, demanding, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands slide down my sides, gripping me like he can’t get me close enough.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead drops to mine again, his breathing harsh. “Don’t move,” he whispers, his voice wrecked, like it’s taking everything in him to stay in control.
I nod, though my body already aches from the loss of him as he pushes himself upright.
He pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside, and my breath catches as my eyes drink him in—broad shoulders, sculpted chest, every muscle shifting under his skin as he reaches for the button of his jeans.
He shoves them down along with his boxers, kicking them aside, and my pulse pounds wildly when he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. My thighs press together instinctively, heat pooling between my legs at the sight of him.
Kade notices, of course, and the smirk that curves his mouth is pure sin. “You like watching, baby?” His voice is low, teasing.
I swallow hard, unable to look away. “Yes.”
That smirk deepens as he leans over, opening the nightstand drawer. He tears open the condom with his teeth, tossing the wrapper aside before slowly rolling it down his long, thick length. His eyes stay locked on me the entire time, and the deliberate pace of it feels like a show just for me.
“Fuck, Liv,” he mutters, his hand giving one last slow stroke over the latex. “You have no idea how bad I need you right now.”
I bite my lip, my chest rising and falling rapidly. “Then take me.”
Kade climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs, his body hot and solid against mine. He grinds his cock against my pussy in a slow, deliberate motion, pulling a desperate moan from my lips as the thick head nudges my clit with every pass.
“Oh god…” I gasp, arching slightly toward him, chasing the friction.
His jaw tightens, his breathing harsh, and he leans closer, his lips brushing my ear. “We’re going to take this slow, okay?” His voice is strained.
I nod quickly, heart pounding, trusting him completely. “Okay.”
He shifts, lining himself up with my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against me, teasing me.
“Ready?” he asks, his free hand sliding to my hip, holding me steady.
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling with anticipation.
He pushes forward slowly, inch by inch, stretching me in the most delicious way, every nerve lighting up at once. Pain mixes with pleasure, sharp at first, then fading into something deeper, heavier, as Kade pulls back only to push in again, a little deeper this time.
His jaw tightens, his breathing ragged, and I can see the restraint etched across his face—every muscle in his body coiled tight, like he’s fighting not to just take me hard and fast.
When he bottoms out, stretching me fully, my eyes fly to his, and an overwhelming sense of belonging settling in my chest.
“You okay?” he rasps, the roughness in his voice at odds with the tenderness in his gaze.
“I’m okay,” I reassure him quickly, my breathing uneven. “Keep going.”
I lift my hips slightly, urging him to move, and the motion drags a deep groan from his chest.
“Just… give me a second, baby,” he rasps, his forehead pressing to my shoulder, his muscles tight with restraint. “You feel too good. Fuck.”
I smile against his neck, tilting my hips again, deliberately teasing him. “Kade…” I whisper, my voice soft but pleading. “Please.”
That does it. He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine, darker now, his control clearly slipping.
Kade begins to move with measured precision, each thrust slow and deliberate. His hips roll against mine, dragging a deep, sweet friction that makes my breath catch with every stroke.
“Fuck, baby… you feel incredible,” he moans against my neck, his voice low and reverent, as if he’s not just fucking me—he’s savoring me.
My fingers grip his shoulders, nails digging lightly into his skin as I try to ground myself. “Kade…” I gasp, my voice breaking into a soft moan as his cock grazes that perfect spot deep inside me.
“You like that, huh?” he whispers, his lips ghosting over my ear. He adjusts his angle just slightly, his thrusts still slow but purposeful now, hitting that spot again and again.
“Yes—oh, God, yes,” I moan, my hips moving instinctively to meet his.
“Look at me, Liv,” he breathes against my lips. I force my eyes open, meeting his dark, molten gaze. “I want to see you when you come for me.”
His words alone send heat coiling tight in my stomach. Each slow thrust feels more intense than the last, building a steady, unbearable pressure low in my belly.
“God—I’m so close.” My voice breaks into a whimper as my back arches, my body tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he moans, his forehead pressed to mine, his thrusts still steady but just a little deeper now, coaxing me closer to the edge. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”
His thumb slides down between us, circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes, perfectly timed with his thrusts. The added sensation pushes me over the edge, my body tensing before pleasure crashes through me in waves.
“Kade!” I cry out, my legs locking around him as I come, my walls clenching tight around his cock.
“Fuck—yes, that’s it,” he groans, his movements slowing even more, fucking me through it as my body shudders beneath him.
I’m still quivering, the aftershocks rolling through me, when Kade groans low in his chest, his rhythm faltering for the first time.
“So fucking tight. Your pussy was made for me.” His words a deep, strained growl as he buries himself to the hilt, his hips pressing tight against mine.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. I feel him throb inside me, his hips jerking against me as he spills into the condom, his body trembling with the force of it.
I wrap my arms around him, holding him close, letting him ride out his release against me. His breathing is heavy, warm against my skin, and for a long moment, the only sounds in the room are our mingled breaths and the steady thrum of our hearts
Finally, Kade lifts his head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips, so gentle it makes my chest ache. “You okay, baby?” he soothes, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone.
I smile, still breathless, my body boneless and warm beneath him. “Better than okay.”
He leans down, kissing me softly, his hand gliding over my side in a slow, comforting stroke. “You did so good,” he praises, his voice low and warm. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come on my cock, Liv.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks heating at his words, my voice barely a whisper. “It felt so good… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
Something shifts in his expression, his smile softens, his eyes dark but filled with something almost reverent. “It’s only like that with the right person,” he says quietly, brushing his lips against my forehead.
We sink down into the mattress together, his arms wrapping around me, holding me tight until I’m pressed securely to his side.
“And you… you enjoyed it too? It was good for you?” I ask, my voice hesitant, almost shy.
Kade exhales slowly, his chest rising against mine as he tilts my chin up, his touch gentle but sure.
His eyes lock on mine, steady and unflinching.
“Liv,” he breathes, his voice low, certain—like there’s no room for doubt.
“I loved every single second of it. Nothing has ever—or will ever—compare to being with you.”
The words sink deep, warming me from the inside out. I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips as I rest my head against his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart soothe me.
For a long while, neither of us speak. The quiet hum of the night wraps around us, and the only sound is his breathing, slow and even, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed.
“Thank you,” I whisper finally, my voice barely audible, like it’s just for him.
Kade presses a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering there. “No, baby,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep. “Thank you.”
And just like that, wrapped in his arms, my body molded perfectly to his, the rhythm of his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, I drift off, feeling safer, warmer, and more wanted than I’ve ever felt in my life.