The door to her apartment exploded open under our combined weight, hinges groaning like they knew what was coming.
We stormed through like a hurricane made of raw needâbodies slamming together, mouths devouring, tongues warring, hands clawing like we were trying to rip each other apart just to get closer.
She tasted like smoky whiskey laced with raw honey and pure fucking sin. Her back crashed into the wall hard enough to rattle the framed photos, and she let out this broken gasp straight into my mouth, her thigh snapping up to lock around my waist, grinding her heat against the ridge in my jeans like she was already trying to ride me through the denim.
The instant my palms hit her bare shouldersâskin finally on skin (no barriers, no excuses)âit hit us both.
A violent, electric snap. Like a circuit closing. Like every cell in her body just got hijacked and reprogrammed to one single setting: mine.
Her whole frame locked up for one brutal heartbeat, muscles seizing, breath choking offâthen she melted, fucking liquefied against me, spine bowing so hard her tits crushed into my chest.
"Jesusâfuckâ" she panted, lips swollen and wet against mine. "What the hell was that?"
I didnât waste words.
Just
dragged
my mouth down the sharp line of her jaw, teeth scraping, while my fingers burned trails across her collarbone. Every inch I claimed flushed dark rose under my touch, her skin lighting up like I was rewriting her from the inside out.
"This is insane," she rasped between frantic kisses, "this is the worst fucking ideaâ"
"Catastrophically bad," I growled against her throat, finding that frantic pulse and sucking hard. The second my tongue pressed there, her entire body convulsedâhips bucking, nails raking my scalp, a choked cry ripping out of her like Iâd just shoved two fingers deep inside without warning.
My jacket hit the floor in a heap. Her fists twisted viciously in my hair, yanking hard enough to sting, then her palms slid down my neck, over my shouldersâand the moment she made full, greedy contact with my skin, she went dead still.
"Christ," she whispered, voice shredded. "Your skin... itâs burning. Not hotâfucking nuclear. And..."
Her fingers traced my jaw, my throat, down the center of my chest like she was mapping something impossible. "Flawless.
Too
flawless. Like carved marble thatâs somehow alive."
"Shut up," I snarled, teeth grazing her earlobe as I found the zipper of her dress and dragged it down in one slow, deliberate rip. The sound of the teeth parting was obscene in the quiet. I didnât stop until the fabric gaped open, then shoved the straps off her shoulders and let the whole thing pool at her waist.
I pulled back just enough to look.
Black lace bra straining to contain those heavy, perfect tits: the fabric so sheer her dark nipples pushed against it like they were trying to tear free, stiff and aching for my teeth, my tongue, my
claim
.
Golden skin glistening under the hallway light, every inch of her glowing like sheâd been dipped in liquid sin.
A soft, toned stomach I wanted to
sink
my teeth into, leave marks that would bloom tomorrow like signatures. Wide hips built for my hands to bruise, for my fingers to dig in while I fucked her so hard she forgot how to breathe.
Thick thighs I was going to
force
apart and bury myself between until she was sobbing my name, until her cunt
clenched
around my cock like a fist, until she dripped down my balls and begged me never to leave.
Every curve screamed
mine
âeven before I touched her.
Especially
before I touched her.
She was a walking wet dream, and every inch of her was reacting to me like Iâd injected pure lust straight into her veinsânipples diamond-hard and straining against the thin cotton of her tank, goosebumps racing across her chest in violent waves, thighs clenching together so hard the muscles in her legs jumped, the scent of her arousal flooding the air like a broken bottle of the filthiest perfume.
A visible shiver rolled through her when my gaze dropped to the wet spot already darkening the front of her shorts, the fabric clinging to swollen lips that pulsed with every heartbeat.
"Donât look at me like that," she hissed, but her voice cracked, raw,
desperate
, the words tasting like surrender.
"Like what?" I stepped in until she had to crane her neck, until my erection ground against her bellyâ
thick
, unforgiving, the heat of it searing through both layers of fabric. She
whimpered
âa broken, needy sound that vibrated straight to my cock.
"Like you already own every inch of me. Like you know exactly how soaked I am right now."
I locked eyes with herâlet her see the raw, unfiltered possession roaring through me. No pretense. No mercy. Just the truth: I was going to ruin her for anyone else tonight, and her body already
knew
it, already
begged
for it.
Her pupils blew wide, black swallowing hazel. A violent flush detonated across her chest, up her throat, staining her cheeks crimson. Her hands shook as they fisted in my shirt, knuckles white, nails scraping skin.
"What the fuck are you?" she breathed, voice trembling on the edge of fear and worship, her hips rolling forward involuntarily, grinding her soaked cunt against my thigh.
"
Starving,
" I said.
She
ripped
my shirt openâbuttons flying like shrapnel, pinging off the walls, scattering across the hardwood. Didnât care. Her palms slammed against my bare chest and she made this sound: low, guttural, half-sob, half-prayer, her fingers digging into muscle like she was trying to claw her way inside me.
"Fuck," she choked, fingers tracing every ridge of muscle like she couldnât believe they were real, nails scraping,
claiming
. "This body... at seventeen? Youâre notâ you canât beâ"
I cut her off by walking her backward,
hard
, hands vise-gripped on her hips, forcing her deeper into the apartment, toward whatever surface I was going to bend her over first.
Each step ground my cock against her belly, the friction making her gasp, her pussy clenching visibly through her shorts, another gush of wetness soaking through.
"Canât what?" I growled against her mouth, teeth grazing her lower lip, biting just hard enough to make her
whine.
"Canât make you come so hard you forget youâre supposed to feel guilty about this? Watch me."
"Look like a fucking god," she rasped, her nails
raking
down my chest like she was trying to carve her name into marble, leaving red trails that
burned
in the best way.
"Feel like one. Your skinâChristâitâs alive under my hands, hot, hard, pulsing like itâs wired straight to my cunt. Every time you touch me itâs like lightning shooting straight to my clit. Iâm dripping and youâve barely started. This isnât right. This is wrong. Youâre seventeen and Iâmâ"
"Stop thinking," I growled, bending to bite her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper, the taste of her blood mixing with her lipstick, copper and cherry and sin. "Just feel how soaked your pussy is for a minor."
I scooped her upâeffortless. Her legs locked around my waist on pure instinct, ankles crossing at the small of my back, heels digging into my skin like she was trying to
fuse
us.
The second her soaked,
clenching
cunt ground against my bare abs she
cried out
âraw, broken, shocked at herself, the sound ripping through the room like a confession she couldnât take back.
"Fuckâfuckâ"