54. Cli（MAX）
JAE
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Idragged her through the penthouse, my grip firm on her wrist, my heart pounding with anticipation. The city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over everything. But I couldn’t focus on that. All I could think about was her—Verena—standing here in my home, agreeing to stay the night.
As we reached my bedroom, I pushed the door open and pulled her inside, my hands already reaching for the zipper of her skirt. The fabric parted under my fingers, revealing her smooth skin, and I felt a growl of desire rumble in my chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” I whispered, my voice rough with need.
Verena’s eyes were wide. “You always were impatient,” she teased, a smile tugging at her lips.
“Impatient?” I echoed, a grin spreading across my face. “When it comes to you, yeah. Impatient doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
I tore at her clothes, the fabric slipping from her shoulders and pooling at her feet. She stood there in her lingerie, looking like a goddess, and I felt my knees go weak. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I murmured, my hands trembling as I reached for her.
“Keep saying things like that,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr, “and I might just decide to stay forever.”
I laughed, the sound mingling with my heavy breathing. “I’ll make sure of it.”
As our lips met in a desperate kiss, I tasted the salt of sweat and the sweetness on her tongue, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection.
My hands roamed over her body, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. I cursed, my clumsiness making her giggle. “Need some help there?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Always,” I admitted with a sheepish grin. “But only from you.”
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The sight of her bare skin, the way she looked at me with those eyes—hungry and playful—made my breath catch. “You’re killing me, Verena,” I whispered, my hands sliding down her sides, tugging at the waistband of her panties.
“That’s the plan,” she quipped, her fingers threading through my hair and pulling me closer. Our lips met in a frantic kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.
I felt her hands tugging at my shirt, yanking it over my head. The cool air hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat between us. “You know,” I said between kisses, “I always thought I’d be the one in control.”
“Turns out you’re a softy,” she teased, her hands sliding down my chest. “But I kind of like it.”
I laughed, the sound raw. “Yeah? You like seeing me beg?”
“I do,” she admitted, her voice low and seductive. “Now show me how good you can beg, Jae.”
My fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down her legs as I dropped to my knees. “I need you, Verena,” I murmured, my lips brushing her thigh. “I’m a wreck without you, and I hate it. I’ve changed. I’m going to put you first in every way.”
Her hand cupped my chin, lifting my gaze to meet hers. “Then prove it.”
I kissed a path up her leg, my desperation growing with every inch. “I’ll shatter for you and cherish every broken piece,” I promised, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re my obsession, and I don’t care who knows it.”
She pulled me up, her lips crashing against mine as she guided me toward the bed. We tumbled onto the sheets, a mess of limbs and laughter, the intensity of our need tempered by the joy of finally being together.
“You’re really bad at this,” she teased as my hand got caught in her hair.
“I’m just distracted by how gorgeous you are,” I replied, untangling my fingers and kissing her neck.
I paused, the words I’d wanted to say lingering on my tongue.
I needed just one moment of bravery.
“I love every part of you, Verena. Every single part.”
Her eyes widened. “L-love?”
I trailed kisses down her collarbone, pausing to nibble gently at her skin. “I love the way your hair smells like lavender,” I murmured against her skin. “And the little birthmark on your hip that looks like a tiny heart.”
She laughed, the sound sending a thrill through me. “You noticed that?”
“Of course I did,” I replied, pressing a kiss to the spot. “And I love the way your freckles get darker in the summer. They make a little constellation on your cheeks.”
“You’re such a nerd,” she said, but her eyes were soft, her fingers threading through my hair.
“Maybe,” I admitted, kissing my way down her stomach. “But I also love the scar on your knee from when you fell off your bike in college. It reminds me of how brave you are.”
She quivered under my touch. “Jae…”
“I love the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you’re passionate about,” I continued, my lips brushing against her skin with each word. “And the little wrinkle you get on your forehead when you’re thinking hard about something.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she whispered, pulling me back up to kiss her deeply.
“Ridiculously in love with you,” I corrected, kissing the corner of her mouth. “And I love the way your lips taste like strawberries.”
She laughed, the sound turning into a gasp as I kissed her again, deeper this time. “You’re really laying it on thick,” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on my back.
“I mean every word,” I said, my voice low and serious. “I love the way you laugh, the way you move, the way you make me feel like I’m the only person in the world when you look at me.”
“Jae,” she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion.
“I love the way your toes curl when you’re excited,” I added, smiling against her lips. “And the way you sigh when you’re really content.”
“You’re not missing anything, are you?” she asked, her voice trembling with laughter and emotion.
“Not a thing,” I promised, kissing her softly. “Because every part of you is perfect to me.”
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and desire. “I don’t just love how you look,” I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Because, fuck, I love how you feel.”
I let my hands roam over her soft skin, reveling in the way she shivered under my touch. “I love the way your skin feels against mine,” I murmured, kissing the hollow of her throat. “So soft, so warm. And the way it blushes red when I suck on your neck.”
She gasped as my lips found her pulse point, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Jae…”
“And your eyes,” I continued, my voice thick with need. “The way they flare when you feel good, when you’re on the edge of losing control. I’m addicted to seeing how you respond to me.”
I moved lower, trailing kisses down her chest, savoring the taste of her skin. “I love the way your body arches into mine,” I said. “The way you moan my name when I hit the right spot.”
She tangled her fingers in my hair, her breath coming in short gasps. “I…I l-love you too, Jae.” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
“Good,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips. “Because I want to spend my life deserving that love. Begging for that love. Doing right by you. I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I kissed a path down her stomach, my hands exploring every inch of her body. “I want to hear you demand for more,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “I want to feel you tremble beneath me.”
“Jae,” she moaned, her hips lifting to meet my touch.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded, my voice rough with desire. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”
“I want you,” she whispered, her eyes dark with longing. “I want all of you.”
I moved back up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “You have me,” I promised, my voice filled with raw emotion. “You have all of me, Verena.”
We moved together, our bodies a perfect match, the heat between us building with every touch, every kiss. “I love you,” I murmured against her lips, my hands gripping her tighter. “Every part of you.”
“Show me,” she whispered. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Move in with me, baby,” I begged.
“Fuck me, Jae.” She adjusted her position, her legs wrapping around my waist as I stood between them. “Don’t you want me?”
I groaned, my body trembling with need. I looked down at my straining cock. “Look at how hard I am for you, baby. Aching.”
Her hands gripped my hips, guiding me closer. “I need it.”
I thrust forward, her body enveloping me as we fell back on the pillows. Our skin met in a slick embrace, the world falling away as we surrendered to the wildness of our passion.
“Harder, Jae. Fuck me harder,” she demanded.
I knew she needed this, needed to feel me inside her, to know that I was hers and she was mine. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rhythm of our movements as I drove myself deeper into her, taking her with every thrust.
“I love you,” I groaned, my voice hoarse with need. “Say it. Say you’ll live here.”
“Stop”—she paused to moan—“demanding shit and fuck, fuck, fuck me.”
I grinned, my hips bucking harder as I felt her clench around my cock. “Live here, Verena. Say it,” I demanded, my voice a low growl.
“Fuck me, Jae!” she cried, her body shaking with need. “I’ll move in, I’ll live here with you, just fuck me!”
The words sent a flood of pleasure through me, and I thrust harder, my body responding to her demand. I let loose a low moan, the sound muffled by her skin. “I love you, Verena. I need you. I need you here with me.”
“I love you too, Jae,” she gasped. “Fuck, I need you too.”
“Say it again,” I demanded, my voice rough with need. “Say you love me.”
“Love…” A sigh, a moan, a scream. She fell apart and I built her back up with more thrusts. Orgasms built and crumbled. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I wanted rolling pleasure and declarations and muddled promises of forever.
Verena’s body trembled, her cries filling the room as she met my every thrust. Her pleas for more, for harder, fueled my own desire, and I knew I would give her anything she wanted, anything she needed.
As pleasure built within us, words tumbled from my lips, full of love and longing. “I need you, Verena. I need you so much.”
“I need you too, Jae. All of you.”
I buried myself deep inside her, our bodies trembling together as we reached the peak of our pleasure. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our skin slick with sweat and our fingers digging into each other’s flesh as we clung to one another.
Verena was moving in.
I was a fucking goner for this woman.