Chapter 94
Ambient noise from the bar seeps through the thin walls, muffled but ever-present, like a distant pulse that matches the rapid beat of my heart. The restroom feels impossibly small, barely enough space for both of us, and yet every inch crackles with the electricity that buzzes between us. The dim light flickers overhead, casting our shadows against the tiled walls, stretching and distorting like echoes of the tension simmering between us.
My back presses against the door, the coolness of the wood seeping through my dress, grounding me even as I feel my breath hitch, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink behind me for balance. He stands so close, his hand planted on the wall just above my head, caging me in. The air around us is thick, charged, as if waiting for a spark to ignite the fire that’s already burning between us.
“Is this not a… dangerous place to do this?” he murmurs, his voice low, roughened by desire. There’s a hint of hesitation there, just the faintest crack that speaks of uncertainty, but his eyes never leave mine.
“Shut up,” I whisper back, my voice barely more than a breath. A smile tugs at my lips, and without waiting another moment, I reach up, sliding my hand along his arm, pulling him closer. “Kiss me, please.”
He doesn’t need any more convincing. The hesitation in his eyes dissolves, replaced by something darker, hungrier, and then he’s on me—his mouth finding mine in a kiss that’s deep, consuming, like he’s been holding back all night and finally let loose. I melt into him, feeling the roughness of his stubble against my skin, tasting the remnants of whiskey on his lips mingling with my lipstick. It makes my head swim, makes my body hum with need.
His other hand finds my waist, fingers curling into the fabric of my dress, drawing me against him with a force that steals my breath. I feel the hard line of his body pressed against mine, the heat of him soaking through the thin layers that separate us. My back presses harder into the door, the cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from him, and I’m grateful for it, for something solid to keep me anchored.
I reach up, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to earn a low, throaty groan from him. His hands are everywhere now—mapping out the curves of my body, tracing down my sides, skimming over my thighs, and then slipping beneath the hem of my dress. The sensation sends a shiver coursing through me, makes my pulse quicken as every inch of my skin seems to light up under his touch.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I groan, my head falling back against the wooden door.
“Good,” he mutters, and I can feel his sly smirk against my neck. A soft, breathless laugh escapes me.
My hands roam over his shoulders, his chest, feeling the muscles tensing beneath his shirt, feeling the way his body responds to me just as much as mine does to him. I hook a leg around his waist, drawing him even closer, needing to feel every part of him pressed against me, to lose myself in the warmth of him.
Our mating scent floods the small space—and it’s intoxicating, fills my senses until I can’t think of anything else. His mouth trails down, brushing over my collarbone, then lower, each kiss sending sparks of pleasure radiating outwards, making me arch into him, fingers tightening in his hair.
I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror behind the sink, just for a moment. The image of his hands gripping my hips, the way my body curves into his, the flickering light that casts us in shadow—it feels surreal, dreamlike, but the heat between us is anything but a dream. It’s real, tangible, burning hotter with every second.
I pull his face back to mine, capturing his lips with a kiss that’s fierce, desperate. There’s an urgency now, a need that neither of us can ignore. My heart pounds so loudly in my ears I wonder if he can hear it, if he can feel it too. His hands slide lower, fingers brushing the edge of my underwear, and I gasp at the contact, at the way he teases me with the barest touch.
“Don’t tease me,” I breathe out, my voice barely a whisper, lost in the sound of our ragged breathing.
With a fluid motion, he lifts me against the door, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. The sensation is electric as my sundress dress rides higher, exposing the scant fabric of my undergarments. Wake's broad hands slide beneath the fabric, cupping my ass, squeezing just hard enough to make me pant. I bite my lip to keep from making too much noise, and thank the universe that I'm probably the only woman in this hole in the wall sushi bar.
Wake touches me with an urgency that borders on desperation, as though he's trying to compress eternity into a single moment. One of complete acceptance, if not understanding.
His lips crash into mine again, hungrier this time, and I can feel the urgency, the need that burns just beneath the surface. Our kiss deepens, tongues meeting in a rhythm that feels both raw and tender. My body reacts instinctively, my thighs tightening around him as his hands pull me closer. There’s no space left between us now—just heat, skin, and this connection that seems to hum in the air around us, like we’re locked in each other’s orbit, two planets drawn together by an invisible force.
I arch against him, my body moving on its own, seeking him out with a need I can’t control. His breath hitches, and I feel the tension in him, the barely restrained desire that matches my own. The room feels like it’s collapsing, the walls closing in, but our world remains intact, the two of us spinning together in this moment that feels endless.
“Gods, I need you,” he growls, his voice thick and rough, barely more than a whisper. The sound of it sends a shiver through me, and I can’t help the soft moan that escapes my lips in response.
His lips leave mine and trail down to my neck, finding the line of my throat. I can feel the brush of his lips over my pulse, the steady thrum beneath my skin, and it makes my whole body tremble.
His hand slides lower, his fingers moving aside the protection of my panties to find the wet slit between my thighs, cupping me with a possessiveness that makes my stomach flip.
A loud bang from the bar filters through the door, and for a split second, we both pause, but don't stop.
My breath catches as I feel him press against me, the thin fabric of our clothes now an unbearable barrier, keeping us apart when all I want is to be closer, to feel him completely. There’s no need for words. I reach for his belt, my fingers trembling with urgency and anticipation. He joins me, his hands covering mine, quickly undoing the buckle with a practiced ease that makes my pulse race.
Before I even register it, the space between us disappears.
We pause, just for a moment. Our eyes lock, and in that heartbeat, the world around us vanishes. The muffled sounds of the bar fade to nothing, and all I can hear is the ragged rhythm of our synchronized breathing. His jaw tightens, and I can see the tension in his muscles, the storm of desire barely contained, waiting to break.
And then, finally, we are one. Like we’ve always been meant to be.
Wake’s cock swells inside me as my tunnel clenches him like a vice, holding him still for a precious few moments.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers into my ear, and I don't know if the words make me want to come or cry.
The sensation of him inside me is overwhelming. It’s everything—too much and not enough all at once. I let out a sharp breath, followed by a moan that I can’t hold back, feeling every inch of him, the way our bodies connect and merge. His face buries into my hair, and his movements are slow at first, deliberate, savoring the way we come together, as if time itself has slowed down just for us.
The rhythm we find is natural, instinctual, like something ancient that we’ve always known. Our bodies move together as if they’ve done this a thousand times before, as if we’ve been waiting for this moment forever. His hands grip my ass tighter, pulling me closer with each thrust, and I feel the tension build inside me, layer by layer.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, my body trembling as waves of pleasure build, cresting higher and higher until I can’t take it anymore. And then it breaks. A rush of pure sensation that leaves me spiraling, clinging to him, my face buried in his neck as I try to muffle the cry that escapes me. My body shakes against his, consumed by the release.
He’s right there with me, his own grip tightening as he finds his release, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he presses deeper into me. For a moment, we’re frozen like that, our bodies pressed together, our breaths mingling in the space between us as we try to calm the racing of our hearts.
Slowly, he pulls back, his forehead resting against mine. We’re both breathing hard, still caught in the aftershocks of what just happened.
“We should return before Hiro comes looking for us,” he says, his voice rough but laced with humor.
I smile, reaching up to brush a hand through his hair, smoothing it down. “Yeah,” I agree softly, though neither of us moves, both of us unwilling to break the spell just yet.
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