The second I pushed open Daniel's door, I caught him. Awake. Propped against the headboard, shirt loose, hair messy, phone abandoned on the nightstand like he hadn't even tried to sleep.
His eyes hit me , or more specifically, the silk dress clinging to me ; and for half a second his whole body stilled. Then his jaw locked.
"Maya." His voice was gravel, sharp and warning. "Shut the door. Lock it. Now."
I smirked, leaning against the frame like I wasn't two seconds away from burning. "Or what? You'll send me back to bed?"
He sat forward, muscles taut, hands gripping the sheets. "I'm serious. Lila could wake up any second."
"And?" I pushed the door with my heel, deliberately leaving it cracked. "You really think I came in here to play it safe?"His groan was half frustration, half something darker. "You're playing with fire."I crossed the room, hips swaying slow, the hem of my dress riding scandalously high with every step. "And you're pretending you don't want to get burned."The second I reached the bed, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. "Maya…" He was shaking his head, like he could talk me out of it.But I climbed up anyway, straddling him before he could stop me, silk straps slipping down my shoulder. "You warned me, remember? You're full. You want me. You told me all of it. And now you think you can just backtrack? Cute. Really cute."
He cursed under his breath, eyes dark, chest heaving under me. "You don't know what you're doing.""Oh, I know." I leaned close, my lips brushing his jaw, my hand trailing lower, deliberately slow. "And so do you."His breath stuttered as my hand found him, hard under his loose sweats. I wrapped my fingers around him, firm, bold, stroking once, slow and deliberate. His head dropped back, a broken sound tearing from his throat.
"Jesus Christ—Maya—"
"Don't 'Jesus Christ' me now," I teased, tightening my grip, stroking again, this time faster. "You started this. I'm just… finishing it."He swore again, hand gripping my thigh like he was about to drag me off. But then I twisted my wrist, changing rhythm, stroking him in waves ; slow, fast, slow, pause ,until his whole body tensed beneath me.
"Holy f*ck…" His voice cracked, low and guttural. "You're gonna make me"
"Good," I cut in, kissing down his throat while my hand kept working him. "I want to make you. I want it all over me. Fill me. Prove how full you really are."
He groaned, raw and loud, like I'd just split him open. His free hand fisted the sheets, knuckles white, his control snapping inch by inch as I kept stroking, relentless.My dress strap fell completely now, baring more than I meant to, but I didn't care. Neither did he ; his gaze dropped, pupils blown, lips parting as he rasped,
"You're shameless."
"And you love it," I shot back, wicked, pumping him harder now, feeling him twitch in my hand. "You love how dirty I am for you."
His hips bucked up, helpless, his groans spilling into the thick air between us. I leaned close, whispering filth in his ear, every word pushing him closer to the edge until;
He broke.
Loud, rough, every muscle straining under me as he came undone, hot and heavy in my hand. I stroked him through it, slow and deliberate, milking every last drop, every last sound, until he slumped back against the headboard, chest heaving, sweat slicking his forehead.I licked my lips, smirking as I held my sticky hand up between us. "Damn. Guess you weren't lying about being full."His laugh was broken, breathless, but his eyes were still burning into me. "You're insane."I grinned, leaning down to kiss his jaw, shameless. "Insane for you."