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03

Maximo's POV

Kai's breathing is shallow, like he's gasping for air, but his hands are still clutching me, pulling me closer, urging me on. The tension between us is electric, every touch, every kiss adding fuel to the fire that's burning out of control.

I can feel it—he's no longer holding back. His body is responding to mine, every subtle shift telling me that he's no longer resisting. He's giving in, and it's a victory. My victory.

I trail my lips down his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, hearing the slight hitch in his breath with every touch. His body is so warm against mine, the heat radiating from him almost unbearable. I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abs, the muscles taut and firm under my touch. He flinches when my fingers brush over a sensitive spot, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he pushes himself up to meet me, his mouth capturing mine again.

It's hungry, rough, like we've both been starved for this moment, for the connection we've been avoiding for so long. The kiss deepens, and I can taste the desperation in it. There's no holding back now. No more pretending.

I pull away for a second, my hands still roaming his body, my breath coming in short gasps. His eyes are dark with desire, his pupils blown wide, and I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way his body is straining under mine. He's not the calm, collected bomb expert right now. Right now, he's just Kai.

My Kai.

"You're not gonna stop, are you?" he whispers, his voice rough and low, the words making my heart beat even faster. He's not asking for permission; he's acknowledging the inevitable.

"No," I say simply, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips. "We're past that point."

I move lower, my hands skimming over his skin, feeling the tension coil tighter with every touch. I can tell he's holding on to something—maybe fear, maybe pride—but it's slipping. I can see it in the way he shifts beneath me, the way his body arches just slightly when I brush my lips over his chest, his collarbone. He's no longer resisting.

"Max," he groans, his hand threading into my hair, pulling me back up to kiss him again. His lips are soft but desperate, like he's been waiting for me to crack him open, to strip away the last of his control.

I move, shifting on top of him, pressing my body against his with such force that he can feel the weight of me. His body melts into mine, and I take that as a sign of surrender, a sign that I've finally gotten under his skin.

"You're not going to regret this," I murmur against his lips, my voice low, rough with need. "You want me just as much as I want you."

He doesn't reply with words. Instead, he kisses me harder, deeper, like he's trying to prove something to both of us. His hands are everywhere—on my chest, my back, tugging at my shirt, trying to pull me even closer. His skin is hot, his body reacting to mine in ways that drive me wild.

I break the kiss, my lips trailing down his jaw, his neck, to his chest. The taste of his skin, the feel of his body beneath mine, is everything I've ever wanted. Every inch of him belongs to me now. I claim him, marking him with my touch, with my kiss, and there's no question anymore. We're not turning back.

His breathing is frantic, and I know he's struggling to keep his composure. He's not used to this. He's used to being in control, being the one everyone relies on, the calm one, the steady one. But right now, in this moment, he's completely at my mercy.

"Say it," I demand, my voice a growl. "Say you need this. Say you want me."

His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, his eyes locking with mine. There's hesitation in his gaze, but I can see it—the desire. The need.

"I... I need this.. I want you Max..," he finally admits, his voice barely a whisper. But it's enough. It's all I need to hear.

I kiss him again, long and slow, savoring the moment. He's mine. Completely mine. And I'm not going to let him walk away from this. Not tonight. Not ever.

"Good," I murmur against his lips. "We're just getting started."

I pull back, looking down at him. His chest is still rising and falling with shallow breaths, his skin flushed, his lips swollen from our kiss. He looks absolutely wrecked, and it excites me more than I can say.

Without another word, I slide his shirt off, throwing it aside, my hands eagerly tracing the lines of his body. His muscles flex under my touch, and I can feel his heart racing beneath his skin.

He's vulnerable now. Completely exposed. And he knows it. But instead of turning away, he pulls me closer, his body moving against mine, urging me to keep going.

I don't need any more encouragement.

I press my lips to his again, this time more gentle, more deliberate. My hands roam, exploring every inch of him, claiming him as my own, leaving no doubt that tonight, he's mine.

The air between us is thick with anticipation, and the moment feels as though it's stretching into eternity. Kai's body is still pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the tight space between us. I can feel the heat of him, the pulse of his heart beneath his skin. My hands roam over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse, the way his muscles tighten when I touch him.

The words I've been holding back hang in the air between us, unspoken but clear: I need him. I want him.

But this time, the game is different.

I can feel the resistance fading from him. His grip on my shoulders tightens, urging me forward, and the last bit of control he's been holding on to slips away with the smallest of gasps.

I watch him carefully, waiting for any sign of hesitation, but all I see is desire—raw, unfiltered, and unguarded.

I take a deep breath and move. Slowly. Reluctantly, at first. His body is warm beneath mine, his breath quickening as I slide my hand under his waistband, teasing the skin of his hips, feeling the tension there.

"Max..." His voice is barely a whisper, a soft moan escaping his lips as I move lower, my hand brushing over his hardening length.

It's all the invitation I need.

I kiss him again, this time with more intensity, more urgency. His lips part under mine, and I take the chance to deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting him like I've been craving. His hands move to my chest, desperate now, his fingers working on the buttons of my shirt, but he doesn't rush. He's learning the rhythm, following my lead, matching my movements.

The clothing becomes an obstacle. A barrier. And we both know it. In one smooth motion, I strip him of his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly. I take a moment to admire him—his lean, defined body, the way the muscles flex and contract beneath his skin as he shifts under me.

"God, you're perfect," I mutter against his lips before trailing kisses down his neck, the curve of his jaw, to the center of his chest.

He arches his back slightly, urging me lower, his hands grasping at my shirt, pulling at it with a hint of urgency. He's no longer the bomb expert, the one who's always in control.

He's just Kai. And he's mine tonight.

I remove my shirt, throwing it aside, and return to him, our bodies finally pressing against each other, skin to skin, the heat between us like fire. His hands roam over my back, pulling me even closer, as though he's desperate to feel every inch of me.

"Max..." His voice cracks, the single word barely more than a breath.

But I don't need him to say anything else. I know what he wants. I know what I want. And I'm not waiting any longer.

I kiss him again, deep and slow, my hands moving to his belt, my fingers fumbling briefly with the buckle before pulling it off, discarding it quickly. He groans into the kiss, his hands moving to my pants, mirroring my movements as he finally frees me, our bodies now completely bare against each other.

The first brush of skin on skin sends a jolt of electricity through my veins. I don't know what's taken over me, but I can't stop. Not now. Not when he feels so damn perfect beneath me. His body is warm, responsive, every inch of him a temptation I can't resist.

"Are you sure?" I ask, breaking the kiss for the briefest of moments, looking down at him. His eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide with desire, and I see the conflict still flickering in his gaze, but it's fleeting.

"Don't stop, Max," he breathes, his hands pulling me back to him. There's no fear in his voice anymore, only need.

I can feel my heart racing in my chest, my body trembling with anticipation. The last of his resistance melts away as I move between his legs, positioning myself, and just before I enter him, I pause.

"This is it, Kai." I whisper, my voice low and full of warning. "You're mine tonight."

He doesn't answer with words this time. Instead, he pulls me to him, his lips claiming mine in a kiss so deep, so passionate, that it takes my breath away.

I don't wait any longer. I push inside him, slowly, feeling the resistance give way as I enter him, inch by inch. The sound of his sharp intake of breath, the way his body tenses beneath me—it's all I need to know that this is the moment. The moment when we both cross the line, when we stop pretending and give in to everything we've been hiding.

His hands grip my back, his nails digging into my skin as he moans, and I can feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tighten with every inch I move deeper. He's not pulling away. He's pulling me closer, urging me to go deeper, to claim him completely.

I thrust harder, faster, feeling the way his body responds to mine, the way his muscles flex and tremble with each movement. It's a rhythm that we both fall into, an unspoken connection between us as we lose ourselves in each other. There's no hesitation now. No more resistance.

We're both drowning in this, and I don't care if we never come up for air.

His moans fill the room, and I can feel the way his body trembles beneath me, the way he moves with me, matching my rhythm. His hands are everywhere—on my shoulders, my chest, pulling me closer, deeper, urging me to push harder, faster.

And I do.

I move with all the force, all the hunger I've been holding back. I take him like he's the only thing in the world that matters, and I know—he feels the same.

With every thrust, every groan, every moan, I can feel the tension building between us, like a coil winding tighter and tighter, until we can't hold back anymore. I feel him tighten around me, his body jerking beneath mine, and it's the signal I've been waiting for.

With a final thrust, I come undone, my release crashing over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under completely. And in that moment, I feel him—Kai—coming with me, his body shuddering as he finds his own release, his moan muffled against my shoulder.

We collapse together, panting, our bodies still tangled. I hold him close, feeling the weight of his body against mine.

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