It was nearly midnight when the door cracked open.
Slow. Careful.
Like she knew exactly what might happen if she crossed that line.
But crossed it anyway.
Tessa stepped in wearing nothing but that flimsy silk robe — so thin I could see the soft swell of her breasts underneath, the faint shadow of her nipples already tight.
Her breath came fast, chest rising and falling like she'd run down the hall.
"Lock it," I ordered, voice dark.
She startled at the rough edge, but her hand fumbled up, twisting the lock with trembling fingers.
When she turned back to me, her mouth parted in a tiny gasp. Her eyes fell straight to the hard line straining my sweatpants.
"You're already…" she breathed, voice small, awed.
"Because of you." I took two steps, crowding her back to the door.
My hand slid into her robe, cupping her breast.
She let out a strangled moan, arching into my palm so desperately it made me groan.
"Look at you," I rasped, thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbled rock hard.
"You're trembling. Just from me touching you here."
Her lashes fluttered, eyes rolling back for a second.
"I… I can't help it… god, Ethan…"
I pinched lightly, twisted, then soothed it with my palm.
She bucked against me, hips pressing forward like she was begging for more contact.
"Feels good?" I asked.
Her answer was a choked whimper.
"Yes… please… more…"
I slipped my other hand down, fingers finding her bare thigh under the robe. The second I brushed higher, her whole leg gave a tiny shake.
When I slid my knuckles between her thighs, grazing soft heat, she clutched my shoulders, nails biting in.
"Oh—oh god…"
"Soaked already," I growled in her ear.
"For me? Or just for the thrill of being caught, knowing my father could walk by this door any second?"
Her body shuddered.
"That… that makes it worse… makes it better… I don't know…"
"You're a filthy little thing," I muttered.
"Wanting me so bad you'd let me fuck you under his roof, pressed right up against his walls."
She whimpered again, hips rocking helplessly into my hand.
"Please… please don't tease me…"
I pushed two fingers inside her and she nearly screamed.
Her back hit the door with a soft thud, hips grinding down to take me deeper.
"Oh god, Ethan, yes—"
Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, lips parted on tiny whimpers every time I curled my fingers.
When I rubbed my thumb over that sensitive spot, her whole body jumped.
"Ah—! Oh my god, I'm already… I can't—"
I pulled my fingers free, smeared her slick on her inner thigh.
"Get on the bed. Now."
She stumbled to obey, eyes wide and dark with need.
When she climbed onto my mattress, she spread her thighs automatically, robe falling open.
Her hands fisted the sheets, breath ragged.
I crawled over her, lined up, then pushed in slow.
Every inch had her gasping, her hands flying to my arms like she needed something to anchor her.
When I bottomed out, she let out a soft, broken sob.
"It's so deep… oh god, Ethan, I feel you everywhere…"
I started moving — long, deep strokes that had her rocking with each thrust.
Her nails scraped down my back, her chest heaved, nipples tight and brushing my skin.
"You love this, don't you?" I growled.
"Being stretched open on my cock, feeling me fill you up where no one else ever will."
Her thighs quivered, trying to clamp tighter around my waist.
"Yes… yes, Ethan… I love it, I love it so much, please don't stop…"
When I moved faster, her soft moans turned wild. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust, chasing it desperately.
She was panting so hard her breasts shook, mouth open on tiny, helpless whimpers.
"You're mine now," I rasped, voice breaking.
"No one else gets this — ever again. Say it."
"I'm yours," she sobbed.
"Only yours… I'll never want anyone else…"
I slammed deep once, twice, thumb circling her clit.
She shattered with a sharp, breathless scream, whole body locking tight, squeezing me so perfectly I nearly lost it.
"Oh—oh god—Ethan—!"
Her walls fluttered around me, milking me, pulling me over the edge.
I groaned her name, spilling inside her in deep, grinding thrusts.
She shook under me, tiny aftershocks making her moan with every pulse.
When I finally collapsed over her, she was still gasping, eyes hazy.
Her hands slid up to cradle my face, pulling me in for a slow, messy kiss.
"Don't ever stop doing this to me," she whispered.
"Even if it's wrong. Even if we burn for it."
I grinned against her mouth, kissing her again.
"Oh sweetheart," I growled, breath hot against her skin, "I plan to make sure you burn for me every single night in this house."