STEVE POV
The kiss grew slower, deeper, and crazier. I shoved my hand into her hair, gripping the roots to pull her head back, exposing the long, pale line of her throat. I attacked her neck, my teeth grazing the skin right over her pulse point. She let out a jagged, raw moan that vibrated against my mouth, and it was like gasoline on a fire.
I was being gentle even though I didn’t want to be. I wanted her to feel the sheer weight of how much I’d been holding back since I first saw her.
My mouth stayed glued to her throat, sucking slow and deliberate at that sensitive spot until her skin turned warm and pink under my lips. Every time I let my teeth scrape just a little, she arched hard, pressing her body flush against mine. Through the thin silk of her robe I could feel everything-the soft swell of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples brushing my chest with every shaky breath she took.
My hands moved on instinct. One stayed tangled in her hair, keeping her head tilted back so I could keep devouring her neck. The other slid down to the tie of her robe. I tugged it loose with one slow pull. The silk part slid open to reveal her completely-
I groaned low in my throat at the sight.
I cupped one breast in my palm, thumb brushing over the nipple in slow, lazy circles. She gasped, sharp and needy. I pinched lightly, rolled it between my fingers, and tugged just enough to make her whimper my name.
“Steve…”
Hearing it like that-breathless, desperate-made my cock throb harder against my pants. I was aching, leaking, every slow grind of her hips against my thigh pushing me closer to losing it completely.
I pushed the robe off her shoulders. It slipped down her arms and pooled at her elbows, trapping her arms behind her for a second. I liked that-liked how exposed she looked, how she couldn’t hide from me even if she wanted to. I bent my head and took one nipple into my mouth. The tongue was swirling slowly at first, then flicking fast over the peak. I sucked deep, hollowing my cheeks, letting my teeth graze just enough to make her cry out.
Her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me closer like she was afraid I’d stop.
I wouldn’t.
My free hand slid down her stomach, over the soft curve of her belly, untilmy fingers found the edge of her panties. They were already damp-soaked through. I pressed the heel of my palm against her mound, letting her feel the pressure while my fingers traced the outline of her through the thin fabric.
She rocked forward, chasing it.
I hooked two fingers under the lace and tugged the panties to the side. My fingertips slid through slick folds–hot, swollen, dripping. I groaned against her breast when I felt how ready she was. One slow circle around her clit and her whole body jerked.
I kept sucking her nipple while my fingers explored. Teasing her entrance, dipping just inside, then pulling back to rub her clit in tight, firm circles. She was panting now, hips rolling in helpless little thrusts against my hand,
I slipped two fingers inside her-slow, deep, feeling her clench tight around me. So wet. I curled them, found that spot that made her gasp, and rubbed slow, steady pressure while my thumb kept working her clit.
Her moans turned into broken little sobs.
“Steve-fuck-please-”
I pulled my mouth off her breast long enough to look up at her face. Eyes half-closed, lips swollen from kissing, she looked completely wrecked, and we hadn’t even gotten to the best part yet.
I pumped my fingers faster, curling harder, thumb pressing down on her clit in relentless circles.
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She was close. I could feel it-the way her walls fluttered, the way her thighs trembled around my wrist, and the way her breath hitched every time I hit that spot.
Then she froze.
Her hands shoved at my shoulders-sudden, firm.
I stilled instantly, fingers buried deep inside her, thumb still pressed to her clit.
She looked down at me, chest heaving, eyes shiny with unshed tears and raw need and something painful underneath.
“Are you going to finish it this time?” she whispered, voice shaking.
I started to pull my fingers out slowly, giving her time to adjust, but she spoke again before I could answer.
“I know you’ll starve me again.”
“Better not to start what you can’t finish, Steve.”
She twisted away fast. My fingers slipped free with a wet sound that made us both flinch. She yanked the robe closed around herself, grabbed the tie with trembling hands, and knotted it roughly. Then she stepped back, turned, and walked away.
Before I could move and tell her that there was no power on earth that could make me walk away from her tonight, she left without waiting for my response.
I stood in the darkness, alone, my hands still tingling from the feel of her. I was livid. I was more than livid-I was insulted. She had judged me based on the time I’d tried to be a “gentleman” at the gym, and she’d used it as a weapon against me. She had concluded that I was just playing a game.
My jaw was clamped so tight I thought my teeth might shatter. My cock was throbbing, a raw, pulsing ache. I wanted to roar, go to her room, kick the door down, and show her exactly how “finished” she would be by the time I was done with her.
“Fuck! “I hissed, slamming my palm into the marble counter.
I turned and stormed back toward my own wing of the mansion. My body felt like it was made of lead and fire. I reached my master suite and slammed the door with enough force to shake the frames on the walls.
I paced the length of the room like a caged beast, my mind replaying the way she looked-I looked at the bottle of wine I’d left on the side table from earlier. I grabbed it, not bothering with a glass, and downed the rest of the dark liquid. It burned my throat, but it did nothing for the fire in my gut.
She thought I was starving her?
***
Ten minutes have passed, but my blood is still roaring with my body that refuses to be calm; my cock is still rock hard as hell.
Buzz
The vibration of my phone on the nightstand finally snapped me out of it. I grabbed it, my grip tight enough to crack the casing.
It was a text from Diana,
“I’ll be visiting the school tomorrow. I don’t know why the hell you asked me to do this, but… the little girl is beautiful. So fine.”
I let out a rough breath, staring at the screen. Diana was the only one I trusted to get close to Luna without making a scene,
I tossed the phone onto the mattress and picked up the small photograph I’d left on the nightstand. It was a candid shot of Luna -one I hadn’t put in the envelope for Freya. The kid looked exactly like her mother. Same eyes. Same jaw.
I ran my thumb over the edge of the photo.
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Freya’s happiness wasn’t optional for me.
It was oxygen.
And if her happiness meant Luna came first-always, no exceptions-then Luna came first for me too.
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