Chapter 14 #2
I push two fingers inside her, slow but deep, and her back arches clean off the mattress like she can’t keep her body grounded.
"God—Bryce—"
"Right here," I say against her throat. "Let go."
She tries to keep quiet, tries to hold herself together with the last pieces of control she has, but I know the exact rhythm now. The exact pressure. The exact angle.
Her breath trembles. Her nails sink into my shoulders. Her thighs tense and I feel the exact second she’s gone.
She comes hard, silent at first, then a broken moan she can’t swallow, body shaking around my fingers.
I keep going just long enough to draw it out, then slow until she softens beneath me.
When I finally pull my hand away, she looks wrecked in the best way.
I lean down and kiss her slowly.
"Round one," I murmur, voice low and rough. "We’re nowhere near done."
And then I’m stripping the rest of my clothes off, not rushed, not gentle, just needing her with a kind of hunger that shuts off every rational part of my brain.
Her gaze drops immediately. She takes me into her hand without hesitation and the sound that leaves her lips is pure shock and want. Slow strokes at first, exploring, testing what makes my muscles clench, what pulls a low groan from my chest.
“Careful,” I grit out, voice thick. “Not yet.”
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide with curiosity and arrogance like she just discovered she can undo me.
So I show her how undone I am.
I settle between her knees, spreading her open again with my hands, my thumb brushing her center just lightly enough to make her hips jerk.
“Bryce…” she breathes.
“That’s right,” I mutter, lowering my mouth to her neck while my fingers slide back into her, slow at first, then deeper. “Relax for me.”
She exhales sharply and her body gives, opening for me in a way that makes my restraint feel like it’s being held together by threads.
Another finger joins the first. She gasps. It’s loud and unfiltered.
“Fuck… Bryce…”
“That’s it,” I say against her ear, voice dark and low. “I’m getting you ready for me. I’m not rushing this. I’m going to fill you and you’re going to take every inch.”
Her legs tremble where they frame my waist.
She grabs my shoulder, not to stop me, but because she needs something to hold onto while her body melts under my touch.
Her voice breaks on a whisper. “Please.”
That word hits harder than anything else.
I curl my fingers just right.
Her back arches.
She’s close again, too close, so I slow down, dragging my thumb over her clit in teasing circles, building her up without letting her fall apart.
She whines with actual, unfiltered need, writhing under me.
“You feel that?” I ask, eyes locked on her. “That’s your body begging. Not your logic.”
She shivers, breath catching.
I kiss her, slow and devastating. “And I’m not stopping until you stop pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.”
"You’re insane."
"Only about you."
And then everything disappears into heat, motion, and the kind of inevitability neither of us can outrun.
Her nails rake down my back when I slide inside her. I enter slow, deep, steady enough that she feels every inch. Her breath punches out of her chest. Her thighs tighten around me and her head falls back like she can't even pretend to stay composed.
"Bryce—fuck—"
Her voice cracks and I swear my control snaps with it.
I give her a second, just one, so her body adjusts and she feels all of me. Then I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, and the sound she makes pushes me dangerously close to losing everything.
"Look at me," I breathe against her mouth.
She does.
And it's over, because her eyes aren't guarded now. They're wide and wanting and honest in a way she never lets herself be.
I move again, setting a rhythm that makes her cling to me, gasp, swear, and beg…soft at first, then louder when she stops trying to hold back.
"Bryce, please. Faster."
Her hands slide through my hair, pulling me down for a kiss that’s messy and desperate and perfect.
She meets every thrust, body syncing to mine like we’ve done this a thousand times.
"You feel incredible," I grit out against her neck. "I could lose myself in you and never come back."
She tightens around me and moans like the words wreck her.
"Bryce, I…"
I catch her hips, stopping movement just long enough to force her to look at me again.
"Let go," I murmur.
She tries with every inch of effort to keep control, but her body gives me the truth.
She trembles first. Then holds on for dear life. Then falls apart completely.
Her orgasm hits sharp and sudden with her legs shaking, nails digging into my shoulders, and her voice crying my name like a confession.
I don't stop. I don't slow. I chase every wave, every sound, every shiver like I can memorize them.
When I'm close, I grip her hips and bury my face in her neck.
"Tell me you want this as much as I do."
She exhales like surrender.
"I want you."
That does it.
Pleasure slams into me so hard I groan against her skin, holding her tight while my body gives in.
For a long moment, neither of us moves… breathing hard, skin pressed, hearts racing like we ran through fire.
Slowly, I ease out of her and collapse beside her.
No talking. Just breathing. Just existing in whatever the hell this is.
Eventually, her fingers trace idle circles along my stomach.
Soft. Thoughtless. Intimate.
When she finally speaks, her voice is small… not weak, not scared, just real.
"This wasn't supposed to happen again."
I kiss her temple.
"Yes it was," I say quietly. "And it did."