Page 103 of Fault Line

“Kaia,” I breathe, my hands tangling in her hair as I try to regain some semblance of control. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long.”

She releases me with a wet pop, a devilish grin playing across her lips. “That’s the idea,” she says before diving back down and taking me even deeper than before.

My body tenses as the pleasure mounts, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Her skilled mouth works me relentlessly, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Kaia, I’m—” I manage to choke out, the warning clear in my voice. “Fuck, yes.”

She doesn’t stop, only increasing her pace, her fingers gripping my thighs as she takes me further down her throat. I can’t hold back any longer, and with a strangled groan, I reach my climax, my body shuddering with the force of it.

As I come down from my high, Kaia releases me and sits back on her heels, a satisfied smile on her face. “Well—” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “—I think that was a fitting reward for my victory, don’t you?”

I nod, still catching my breath, and pull her up for a heated kiss, tasting myself on her lips. “Fucking Christ, yes,” I murmur against her mouth. “But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you next time.”

She laughs, her arms wrapping around my neck as we lie back on the blankets, our bodies flush. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As the sky outside the lighthouse darkens, night falling over us, I think about how perfect this day has been. The competition, the shared laughter, and now the intimacy—everything just feels so fucking right.

Still, an insatiable desire courses through me even now, the need to have Kaia in every way imaginable.

I brush a strand of hair from her face, my fingers trailing down her neck and across her collarbone before gently cupping her breast through the lace of her bra.

“Kaia,” I say, my voice low and full of need. “I want you.”

Her eyes darken with lust, her lips parting slightly as she nods her agreement. “And I want you.”

Wasting no time, I move over her, my fingers deftly unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. My mouth descends on her exposed nipple, sucking and nipping as she gasps in pleasure.

As I tease her with my mouth, my hand slips down between her legs, finding her already wet and ready for me. I rub her clit with a practiced touch, watching her face contort with pleasure, her hips bucking against my hand.

“Please, Beck,” she begs, her voice breathy and desperate. “I need you inside me.”

I smirk, positioning myself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of my cock. “You want this?”

She nods, her eyes wild with desire. “Yes, please.”

With a firm thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her, her body yielding to mine as she moans in pleasure. I hold her down, my hands gripping her hips as I set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me further into her, our bodies slamming together with a primal urgency.

My free hand moves to her throat, fingers lightly circling it, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin. As her gaze locks onto mine, I slide my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks them off, her tongue swirling around them.

My arousal builds, climbing higher and higher, until I let out a string of nonsense swear words, my voice a low, rumbling groan.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body writhing beneath me, desperate to meet each of my thrusts. Our eyes lock once again, and the connection between us is undeniable, fucking magnetic.

As I continue to pound into her, her walls clench around me, her body tensing as she nears her climax. “I’m so fucking close,” she whimpers, her eyes pleading with me now.

I lean in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as I increase the intensity of my thrusts, determined to bring her over the edge with me. “Let go, baby,” I whisper against her mouth. “Come for me.”

With a moan that echoes through the lighthouse, Kaia’s body shudders and convulses, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. The feeling of her clenching around me is too much, and with a final, powerful thrust, I join her in ecstasy, our bodies pulsing together.

As we catch our breath, I pull her closer, our sweat-slicked bodies entwined, the warmth of her skin against mine shielding us from the chilly air. Our breathing slows, our hearts gradually returning to a normal rhythm.

“God, that was so fucking good,” I rasp, burrowing my face into the crook of her neck.

“So good.”

“Hey, Kaia?” I murmur the question of her name against her soaked skin, pressing a kiss against the tiny beauty mark just there.

“Yeah, Beck?”

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