WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

"Don't you dare turn your back at me!" I shout at his retreating back. Wait, I forgot the word naked. Alright. At his retreating and very naked back.

"What do you want, Andrew?" he replies, his voice laced with indifference. He takes out a shirt from my closet and struggles to put it on. Although his wound is better, it is far from completely healed.

"Answers," I simply say and notice him frieze for a second before he finally closes the drawers. He turns around and with a swift move—a move I never saw coming, honestly—he pulls me by the shirt and slams my body against the closet. He braces a hand on one side of me, gripping the dresser. I refuse to shrink away.

"Don't provoke me, little cunt. You might think you have the upper hand here, and I'll let you believe that for a little longer, but do not think for a single moment that I'll take orders from you again," he snarls at me, his mouth twisting into an uncomfortable line.

I've grown used to his empty threats and his dramatic outbursts by now, so I am not going to lie if I say that I don't give a fuck about his hurt ego. What I haven't grown used to, though, is his face being so close to mine, his voice sounding so fucking sexy in the morning.

As last night's dream starts replaying in my mind and I recall how hot and bothered it left me, I feel my pants tighten around my groin. He seems to sense the change in my expression, like a hawk sensing an imminent threat, a shift in the wind. I unconsciously bite my lips to stop myself from saying anything too embarrassing, an action that attracts his attention and causes his gaze to travel down to my lips.

A sharp inhale coming from him is all the confirmation I need. It is clear that he is affected by me as much as I am affected by him. Now, I'd be smart to push him away, but I've never been that smart to back away from a challenge. His intoxicating smell is driving me mad, his breath on my neck is turning me on fire.

So, I do what comes to mind first. I drape my arms around his neck and kiss him.

I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't really care, honestly. For the first time, I ignore all the warnings in my head telling me I shouldn't—I give in to my darkest desires. Before our kiss becomes more than a peck, though, he instantly backs away from me, and I find myself cowering under his smothering gaze.

There is a hunger in him, a craving. I sense that in the way his fingers grip my shoulder, as if he is fighting an inner battle. He wants me—he needs me. I pull him by the shirt and crash my lips with his once more. This time, I am not that gentle.

I press my body on his, holding him tight, and I kiss him hard enough to express the rushing ecstasy within me. And suddenly, he is kissing me back, like a starving man. His arm envelopes me in a crashing hug, his lips parting mine in a burning kiss. I run my fingers through his silken hair and bite his lower lip in a silent provocation that has him growling into my mouth.

I want him now—I want to feel him in every way I can, to feel how hard he is for me. "I want you," I say breathlessly against his lips, and I can almost swear he is smirking in satisfaction.

"Show me."

And I obey. Without breaking our gaze through the kiss, I grab his ass with both hands, rubbing my crotch against his, and a deep moan escapes his mouth. As my mouth leaves his, trailing hot kisses down his neck, I lightly push him towards the bed, until his back touches the mattress.

He hesitates then, pulling back slightly, but I don't let him. I swiftly take my shirt off and start kissing him again, slower this time, more sensually. My fingers explore his hard torso, the muscles underneath his shirt, which leaves him trembling from pleasure.

I reach for his pants, my hand immediately slipping under his boxers, and he sucks in a breath. By now, he has yielded to my touch completely. When I know he can't stand my teasing anymore, I take his hard cock in my hand and start pumping as fast as I can. Shit. He is so big—so hard. I brush my thumb over the tip, and his dick twitches.

Kai moans like a feral animal and pulls me further down to him, clawing at my shoulders and breathing my name against my neck. My body craves for more. Fuck, I think I'm coming. I continue to pump his long shaft, his balls slamming against my hand, and I feel my orgasm slowly rising inside me. As we passionately kiss, I fuck him with my hands until he finally cums all over me, roaring my name in the darkness, and I go with him, gasping for breath as I spill myself in a wrecking climax.