26. Kaisner #2
I dip my head, kissing down her collarbone, biting the delicate skin where her pulse pounds the hardest. I want to mark her there—want the world to see who she belongs to.
My tongue soothes the sting before I sink lower, dragging my mouth across her chest, her ribs, the sensitive skin just above her hipbones.
“Kaisner…” she pleads, breath hitching, hips lifting in silent demand.
“No, no, baby girl,” I purr against her stomach. “You don’t beg for release until I say you can.” My tone turns to velvet and steel. “Tonight, I decide when you fall apart.”
She writhes beneath my mouth as I trail my tongue down her inner thigh, then up again, deliberately avoiding where she aches for me most.
Cruel? Maybe.
Necessary? Absolutely.
I look up at her, eyes locked on mine, voice a wicked promise.
“I’m going to ruin you, Liebes … slow enough to ache for it, deep enough to crave it, and hard enough that you’ll never belong to anyone else.”
She’s trembling now—body, breath, soul. Perfect.
And when I finally give her what she craves—when my mouth finds her, hot and relentless—her cry is shattered, sacred, and mine.
She arches off the table as my tongue finally meets the place she needs me most. She cries out, head tipping back, fingers weaving through my hair like she’ll lose herself if she doesn’t hold on.
Good. Let her lose herself.
My grasp strengthens on her thighs, keeping her pinned open for me as I lap at her with slow, devastating precision. Each stroke is measured, intentional, like I’m learning her by heart—mapping every gasp, every twitch, every broken plea.
“Gods—Kai?—”
The sound of my name torn from her lips in that wrecked, reverent tone is better than blood and shadow and power combined. I growl against her, the vibration making her tremble, and I sense the tremor start in her legs.
She’s close.
I pull back, lips slick, eyes dark with hunger.
“Not yet, baby girl,” I whisper, voice thick with command. “You don’t come until I say, remember?”
Her whimper is a desperate, delicious thing. “Kaisner, please …”
“I love that sound,” I murmur, dragging my knuckles down her trembling body. “But I’m not done tasting you.”
And I’m not.
I drop to my knees again, mouth returning to her like worship, like sin, tongue relentless now—merciless. She’s crying out, begging, writhing under the weight of sensation, and still I don’t let her fall.
Not until I make her break.
Her thighs clamp around my head, a choked sob of my name escaping her, and that’s when I finally let her have it.
“Now,” I growl. “Let go for me, Clarissa. I’ve got you.”
And she does.
She shatters like glass in my arms—beautiful, fierce, undone. Her cries echo through the room, her body convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure as I hold her through the storm, mouth still tasting, claiming, owning.
When I rise, she’s breathless and glowing, her form slack against the marble, her chest heaving.
I lean over her, lips brushing her ear.
“ That … was just the beginning,” I whisper. “I’m not finished until you can’t close your legs without thinking of me between them.”
Her dazed smile is all the encouragement I need. I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, my tongue sweeping deep, drinking her in like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. She’s intoxicating—softness and fire, melting against me.
My hand pins firmly her wrists above her head, the other, roams over her, tracing the dips and curves through the delicate silk of her dress, relishing in the way her breath hitches.
She’s trembling, her body an instrument finely tuned to me, every gasp, every moan, a note in the symphony of her unraveling.
“Please,” she begs, tugging at my grip. “I need to touch you.”
A slow smile curls my lips against her throat. “That’s it, Liebes ,” I murmur. “Feel it. The ache. The longing. Hold on to it. Savor it.”
I trail lower, fingers skimming the juncture of her thighs, pressing just enough to make her writhe in sweet agony. “Kaisner!”
I push her to the edge, pull her back again, each touch designed to drive her wild. She thrashes, whimpers, pleads, her body trembling beneath mine. My lips find her ear, my words a sinful whisper against fevered skin.
“When the time is right,” I promise, “when you’re ready for all of me... I’ll ruin you beautifully . Make you mine in every way that matters.”
She shudders, taut as a bowstring, her need a tangible force in the air. I gather her close, holding her in my arms as if I could shield her from everything beyond this moment.
“Soon, baby girl,” I murmur. “Soon, you’ll be all mine. And nothing—nothing—will stand between us.”
But even as I speak, a shadow lingers in the back of my mind. The spite of my enemies is only the beginning. A storm is coming, and I won’t let it touch her.
With a slow exhale, I release her. She lies there, lips swollen, breath unsteady, eyes glazed with pleasant exhaustion. I take in every detail, committing it to memory.
Then, I offer my hand. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I lead her through my office to the private washroom beyond—marble and gold reflecting the soft lamplight.
The intimacy of the space makes everything more real, more dangerous.
I watch her in the mirror as she smooths her hair, fixes her lipstick, each small gesture a reminder of what we’ve shared and what we’re both fighting to resist.
She takes my hand without hesitation as I guide her back through my office, past the scattered papers that bear witness to our passion.
I slide my shirt on over my shoulders, the fabric dragging against flesh marked by her touch. The scent of her clings to me—sweet, wicked temptation—and the ache of holding back still burns like wildfire under my skin. Every second of restraint had been a fucking crucible.
I turn to her, eyes hooded, voice low.
“I don’t take trust lightly, Clarissa.” My thumb grazes her cheek, lingering where my stubble scraped her flesh. “You gave yourself to me… and I’ll never forget it.”
I lean in, breath brushing her lips—close enough to kiss, cruel enough not to.
“But let’s be clear…” My smile turns dark, reverent. “What we started tonight? That was just a taste. The beginning of your undoing. And when you’re ready to fall deeper…” My eyes narrow, voice dropping to a vow. “I’ll be waiting to ruin you—completely.”
She leans into my touch, mouth curving into a soft smirk. “I’d do anything for you, Kaisner.”
My chest tightens at the devotion in her tone, the depth of emotion reflected in her eyes.
“I know, baby,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her forehead. “And that’s why I have to be careful with you. That’s why we take this slow.” I tilt her chin up, holding her gaze. “But never doubt this—I want you. Body. Heart. Soul.”
And gods help anyone who tries to take you from me, I add inwardly.
I lead her out of the chamber, into the thrumming chaos of the nightclub. The shift is jarring—the flashing lights, the pounding bass, the sea of bodies moving in rhythm. After the intimacy of our private moment, it seems almost obscene.
Clarissa blinks, momentarily dazed as she readjusts. I keep my hand at the small of her back, a touch as much about possession as it is protection. My gaze sweeps the crowd, instinctively searching for threats.
“Your friends,” I murmur, nodding toward the group. “They’re looking for you.”
A flicker of guilt crosses her face. “I should probably go back to them,” she admits, though there’s no conviction in her voice.
Every fiber of me protests. I want her by my side—not just tonight, but for longer, for something I can’t name. But I know I can’t cage her. If this is going to work, I have to let her choose me.
“You’re right,” I say, the words splinters on my tongue. “They’ll be worried.”
She looks up at me, surprise flickering in her eyes. I didn’t demand she stay, and the choice I’m offering her is clearly unexpected. It solidifies my resolve. I want to be the man she deserves.
“I’ll call you,” I promise. “We have much to discuss. And, Clarissa…” I hesitate. “I need to see you again. Soon.”
A soft smile curves her lips. “I’d like that.”
I lean in, capturing her mouth in one last kiss—slower, deliberate, a promise. It lacks the fire of our earlier passion, but not the intensity. This kiss is a vow, a silent oath, filled with everything I’m not yet ready to say.
When I pull back, I see the same emotions reflected in her eyes. And before I can stop myself, the words slip free—words I hadn’t planned, words that betray me: “In this world of shadows and secrets, you’re my only light.”
Clarissa stills, breath hitching.
“Go,” I say softly, before I change my mind. “Be safe, Liebes . And remember—you’re mine now. No matter what happens out there, no matter who you’re with, you belong to me.”
A shiver runs through her. When she speaks, her voice is quiet but unshakable. “And you’re mine.” The fierceness of her conviction is enough to shoot wildfire through my veins.
She lingers a moment longer, then turns and slips into the crowd.
I don’t move. I don’t look away. Not until she’s gone.