Chapter 23

She left in a hurry, barely saying goodbye. When she was excited, she couldn't control herself—she was unhinged.

"I'll go take a shower. Make yourself at home, I won't be long."

He nodded, gaze drifting back to the window. At least the view was great—that was one of the reasons I had chosen this apartment. I wanted to see the city, to feel like I was part of it, even when I felt so desperately alone and hurt.

I turned the water as hot as the fire burning in hell, letting the steam rise around me as I untied and brushed my hair. It was a tangled mess—a sign of how active last night had been. Stripping quickly, I stepped under the scorching water, feeling it slide down my body, soothing and burning all at once. A shiver ran through me as I surrendered to the warmth. Lost in thought, I didn't hear Kaï enter. Only when the steam carried his scent to my nose did I go still, my breath catching in my throat. My heart pounded, every instinct on edge.

He moved soundlessly. A true predator. One moment, I was alone; the next, he was behind me, radiating heat even hotter than the water. I was suffocating in the most intoxicating way.

"Let me." His voice was low, almost a growl.

Before I could react, his hands were on my waist, firm yet careful as he turned me to face him. His fingers slid through my wet hair, tilting my head back effortlessly. Exposing my throat—offering vulnerability—was a struggle, but the sensation was divine.

He reached for the shampoo, pouring some into his palms before working it into my hair. The scent of sweet florals filled the air as his strong fingers massaged my scalp with expert precision. A soft sound escaped my lips—half a sigh, half a grunt of reluctant pleasure. My body was stiff at first, unaccustomed to another's touch, but slowly, I relaxed into him. He was solid, unyielding—a pillar I didn't realize I needed.

It was strange, letting someone take care of me. The last time anyone had washed my hair, I must have been five years old—my mother's hands gently scrubbing my scalp. Since fourteen, I had taken care of myself. Alone. Proudly.

I tried to let go, to convince my body there was no danger, even though I knew better. Trusting Kaï meant trusting the Moon Goddess. And I wanted to—I needed to. She had entrusted me with guiding our kind down a path I couldn't even see yet.

As he rinsed my hair, he pressed a kiss to my cheek, then a ghost of one to my lips. My breath hitched. He reached for a washcloth, soaking it under the water before adding lavender-scented soap. Rubbing it between his hands until a thick foam formed, he began to wash me.

My pulse pounded in anticipation.

He started with my arms and neck before turning me around to do my back. My wet hair was brushed aside as his lips found the sensitive skin at my nape. A slow kiss. A teasing flick of his tongue. One strong arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers brushing lazily over my stomach.

Then he moved higher, soapy hands cupping my breasts, thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples. His mouth was on my neck again, sucking just enough to make my breath shudder out in a soft moan. My back arched against him, my head falling onto his shoulder, one hand bracing against the slick shower wall while the other gripped his forearm.

His devilish mouth traced a path upward, teeth nipping at my ear. A wicked bite. A promise.

One hand slid down my stomach, lower, between my legs. The slippery lather of the soap only heightened the sensation as his palm pressed against me, his fingers teasing. My body trembled at his touch, at the slow, agonizing way he controlled every inch of me.

He pushed my hips back, forcing me against the hard evidence of his arousal. A deep, knowing chuckle rumbled from his chest.

I was at his mercy. And Kaï knew it.

He slid a finger between my folds, brushing against my clit. A moan escaped me, my knees weakening. Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together, but Kaï wasn't having it. His knee wedged between my legs, spreading them apart with effortless strength.

A shudder wracked through me as he traced my entrance with one thick finger, teasing, playing. I rolled my hips toward him, chasing his touch.

"So eager, my love. You want more?" His voice was deep, velvety, dark with amusement. His lips found my ear, kissing it before sinking his teeth in just as he pinched my nipple harder.

I gasped, the sharp mix of pleasure and pain stealing my breath.

His thumb found my clit, circling lazily, still not giving me what I craved.

"Hmmm... I need you to say it."

"Yes. Please."

He didn't hesitate. He pushed his finger inside me, slow but unrelenting, and a broken cry tore from my lips.

A satisfied growl rumbled from his chest as he began thrusting, steady and deep. One finger became two, stretching me, filling me almost completely. My legs trembled, unable to hold me up anymore.

Kaï's free arm wrapped around my waist, locking me against him, keeping me right where he wanted me.

His breath was hot against my skin, his grip unyielding as he guided my movements, his control absolute. My body responded instinctively, surrendering to his lead, to the overwhelming sensations flooding through me. His fingers entered with no mercy again and again in my pussy, the wetness sliding on my thighs. His palm was rubbing my clit at each thrust, letting me spiraling to oblivion. 

The steam wrapped around us, the water cascading down our bodies as Kaï claimed me in a way that left no doubt—I belonged to him, and he to me. Every touch, every whispered word, every demanding stroke of his hands left me undone, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. 

It's when he started to rub his big cock between my cheeks that I lost it. He didn't enter, just thrusting up and down while fingering me restlessly. 

When I finally collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, he held me firmly, grounding me as I came back to reality. Lost in my orgasm, I didn't notice the thick fluid on my lower back, proof of his own arousal. His lips brushed against my temple, a rare moment of tenderness beneath the dominance.

"Mine," he murmured, his voice filled with raw possession.

I couldn't speak, couldn't think—all I could do was nod, knowing there was no escaping him. And the truth was, I didn't want to.