Page 53 of Fault Line

I run my hand down her body, feeling the smooth curves of her hips and the softness of her inner thighs. She whimpers as I slip a hand back between her legs, my fingers already slick with her arousal.

I break away from her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. “God, you’re so fucking ready for me,” I murmur, nipping at her skin.

“Shh,” she pants, her nails digging into my back.

I slide my hand up to cup her breast, my thumb grazing over her nipple. She gasps, arching her back even more. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

“Just fuck me already,” she demands, her voice thick with need.

I grin at her impatience and give her what she wants, sliding inside of her slowly. She whimpers, her nails scratching down my back as she arches up to meet my thrusts. I pick up the pace, my hips slamming into hers. We’re both panting now, lost in the pleasure of each other’s bodies.

I lean down, kissing her deeply as I fuck into her. The feeling of her legs wrapped around me, the way she moans my name with every thrust, it’s all too much. I’m fully lost in the moment, lost in her.

She tightens her thighs, pulling me even closer, our bodies moving in sync.

Without warning, I pull out of her, admiring the way she looks as she lies there, flushed and satisfied. But I’m not done yet. I want more. I want to see every inch of her, feel every curve and every tremble.

I tug at her waist, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. “Yeah, I want you like this,” I growl, spreading her legs apart.

She whimpers in response, bracing herself against the mattress as I enter her from behind. I grip her hips tightly, my thrusts growing harder and faster with each passing moment.

She’s so tight, soaking wet, and it’s driving me fucking wild.

I reach around, pressing my fingers against her clit. She moans loudly, head falling forward as I pleasure her in two places at once. Her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, but I don’t stop. I keep pounding into her, chasing my own release.

I flip her over onto her back again, her legs wrapping around my waist as I continue to thrust into her. I’m fully immersed in the moment. I can feel myself cresting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building in the pit of me.

“Fuck yes, Kaia,” I groan, finally going over the edge, my body shuddering with pleasure. She comes too, moments behind me, pussy clenching as she cries out my name.

We lie there for a moment, catching our breath. Then I roll off her and pull her impossibly close. “I just can’t seem to get enough of you,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her sweat-damp collarbone, tracing it with my lips.

“Yeah,” she murmurs back. “I know the feeling.”

As I breathe deep, the aftershocks of my orgasm still reverberating throughout my body, I look down at her. She’s pinned beneath me, chest heaving as she tries to catch her own breath. The sight of her, blissfully content, only serves to heighten my own pleasure.

I run my hands over her skin, feeling the slickness of sweat and the heat of her body. It’s a rush unlike any other, this moment of pure physical connection with another person. And with Kaia, it’s somehow even more intense, more explosive than it’s ever been.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I whisper as I trace her jawline with my thumb.

She smiles up at me, a soft, satisfied expression on her face. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I chuckle, the tension in my body finally easing. “Was that a compliment?”

“Believe it or not, I’m capable of those.” She exhales a long, slow breath. “Besides, you caught me in a good moment.”

We lie there for a while longer, wrapped up in each other’s arms, no other words passing between us. It’s a strange kind of intimacy, this thing we have going on.

Sure, we agreed to keep things casual, purely physical between us. For Kaia, it’s more so transactional, a means to shut off her brain for a little while. Yet, I can’t help but recognize that there’s something deeper brewing between us.

Something addictive.

But for now, I’m content to appreciate these small moments, in the feeling of her pulse beating against me and the knowledge that—for at least a little while longer—she’s mine.

19

KAIA

I wakeup to the sound of chirping birds outside my window, their cheerful melody weaving through the late-morning air. As I blink away the haze of sleep, I realize that I’m alone in my bed, the warmth of Holden’s body absent from beside me.

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