Keifer POV
I couldn't hold it anymore.
I thought I could make Jay lose control, thought I could push her until she broke first.
But God... I was so wrong.
It wasn't her.
It was me.
The way she looked at me, fire in her eyes, lips swollen from our kiss, cheeks flushed with irritation and desire — it shattered every ounce of restraint I had left.
I wanted to win.
I wanted to prove I could outplay her, tease her, make her chase me.
But the truth?
I was the one chasing.
The last thread of my control, that thin, frayed rope I'd been clinging to for months, finally snapped.
A low growl I didn't recognize as my own rumbled in my chest.
In one fluid motion, I closed the remaining distance between us.
My hands shot out, not to caress, but to claim.
I fisted the soft material of her shirt, pulling her hard against me until there was no space left, only the furious, frantic beat of our hearts hammering against each other.
Her gasp of surprise was my victory.
I swallowed it, crushing my mouth to hers.
This wasn't a kiss.
It was a punishment and a plea, a branding.
I poured every ounce of my frustration, every sleepless night, every stolen glance into it
. My tongue invaded, demanding, and when hers met mine, it wasn't in surrender but in a clash of equal fury.
She bit my lip, a sharp, stinging pain that only fueled the fire, and I groaned, a raw, broken sound.
I walked us backward, my body a relentless force against hers, my hands never leaving her.
When the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed, she stumbled, and I went down with her, twisting so I landed on top, pinning her beneath me.
I broke the kiss, both of us panting heavily, the air crackling with unspoken words.
I braced my hands on either side of her head, my muscles trembling with the effort of holding back.
"You started this, Jay," I snarled, my voice a husky, wrecked thing. "Every smart-ass comment, every little game. You wanted to see how far you could push me? Well, you're about to find out."
Her eyes, dark and wide, held a flicker of fear, but it was instantly drowned by a wave of pure, unadulterated lust.
She didn't back down.
She arched her back, pressing herself into me, a silent invitation that was my undoing.
My hands moved with a desperate, clumsy purpose.
I yanked her shirt up, ripping it in my haste to get it over her head.
The sight of her, flushed and breathing hard in a simple black lace bra, made my throat go tight.
I lowered my head, my mouth tracing a hot, wet path down the column of her throat.
I wasn't gentle.
I nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, marking her, wanting to leave a reminder of this moment on her skin tomorrow.
Her breath hitched, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair, holding me to her.
I reached behind her, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra for a second before it sprang free.
I tossed it aside and feasted my eyes on her.
God, she was perfect.
I leaned down, my lips closing over a tight, rosy nipple, sucking hard, swirling my tongue over the peak.
Her back arched off the bed, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
I gave the other breast the same attention, my hands roaming the soft curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, memorizing the feel of her.
I needed more.
I needed all of her.
I pushed myself up, my knees on either side of her hips, and stripped off my own shirt in one fluid motion.
Her eyes roamed over my chest, my stomach, her gaze hot enough to burn.
I stood up, my movements sharp and economical, and shucked my jeans and boxers, kicking them away.
Then I turned my attention back to her.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, my knuckles brushing against her skin, and pulled them down, taking her panties with them in one rough tug.
She lay before me, completely bare, open, and vulnerable.
The sight hit me like a physical blow.
All the air left my lungs.
This was the woman who haunted my dreams, the one I'd been fighting against for so long, and here she was, surrendering to me.
I didn't give her time to think, to second-guess.
I knelt between her thighs, my hands spreading her wide, and lowered my head.
The first taste of her was a revelation—salty, sweet, and utterly intoxicating.
I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds, and her entire body shuddered.
I did it again, then again, learning her, mapping her with my tongue.
I found the small, hard bundle of nerves and circled it, flicking my tongue against it until her hips were bucking off the bed, her hands fisted in the sheets.
"Kiefer," she gasped, my name a broken prayer on her lips. "Please..."
I could have kept her there for hours, teasing her, edging her until she was a sobbing mess, but my own control was a distant memory.
I needed to be inside her.
I moved back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing, slick with my own need.
I looked down at her, at her face flushed with desire, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Tell me," I commanded, my voice rough. "Tell me you want this."
Her eyes met mine, and the fire was back, blazing with an intensity that stole my breath
. "I want you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I've always wanted you."
It was the truth I'd been chasing.
It was the only thing I needed to hear.
I drove into her in one long, hard, deep thrust.
We both cried out, a symphony of pleasure and pain.
She was tight, impossibly so, a hot, slick glove that gripped me perfectly.
For a moment, I just stayed there, buried to the hilt, savoring the feeling of being joined with her, of finally being where I was meant to be.
Then I began to move.
I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against hers, each stroke a claim, a brand.
There was no finesse, only a primal, desperate need to get closer, to merge with her until I didn't know where I ended and she began.
I hooked one of her legs over my arm, opening her up to me, changing the angle so I could go even deeper.
The new position made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Look at me," I demanded, my voice strained. "Eyes on me, Jay."
Her eyes snapped open, locking with mine.
The connection was electric, a raw, vulnerable current that flowed between us.
I watched her face as I moved, watched the pleasure build there, saw the fight leave her eyes, replaced by a dazed, blissful acceptance.
I could feel her getting closer, her inner muscles starting to flutter and clench around me.
Her breaths came in ragged sobs, her body trembling beneath mine.
I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles, pushing her toward the edge.
"Let go, Jay," I ordered, my voice a low, guttural command against her lips. "Come for me. Now."
My words were her undoing.
With a sharp, broken cry, her entire body bowed off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her throat as the orgasm ripped through her.
The feel of her pulsing around me, clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves, was my breaking point.
.With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.
I groaned her name, a raw, guttural sound, as I poured myself into her, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it left me shaking, utterly spent.
I collapsed onto her, my weight pinning her to the mattress, my face buried in the sweat-damp crook of her neck.
We lay there for a long time, our bodies entwined, the only sound in the room our ragged breaths slowly returning to normal.
The game was over.
I hadn't just won.
I had been utterly and completely ruined.
And as I lay there, holding the woman who had just shattered me into a million pieces, I knew, with a certainty that terrified me, that I would never be the same again.