Page 65 of Spotlight Hearts

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers.

I nod, heart pounding so loud inside my ears I’m sure he can hear it.

He pushes in—slow, steady, inch by inch—and the stretch burns, but it’s mixed with something deeper, something electric. When he bottoms out, we both groan.

Kai stays still, buried inside me, forehead pressed to mine.

“Fuck… you feel incredible,” he breathes. “So tight… so perfect.”

His next thrust is deeper, harder, and a helpless moan tears out of me. My hands fly to his back, nails digging into his skin as I cling to him. He doesn’t speed up. He keeps that steady, devastating rhythm—pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in slow enough that I feel every inch, every ridge, every pulse of him inside me.

The pleasure builds in waves, each one higher than the last. My cock is trapped between our stomachs, leaking steadily, sliding against his abs with every thrust. Every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock glides perfectly against that spot inside me, sending white-hot sparks shooting up my spine.

I’m shaking. Whimpering. My legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, silently begging for more.

He shifts his angle slightly and thrusts harder, still controlled, but deeper, more purposeful. The new angle makes my vision blur. A broken cry escapes me as pleasure crashes through me, so intense it almost hurts.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice dark and soothing at the same time. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

His hand slides between us, wrapping around my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation is overwhelming, his cock dragging inside me, his fist working me outside. I’m panting, gasping his name, completely lost to the feeling of being filled.

He kisses me, swallowing my moans as he fucks me harder, faster, drilling me into the mattress.

I’m close again. So close.

“Kai—I’m⁠—”

“Come for me,” he growls against my mouth. “Want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”

His strokes speed up. His hips snap forward—deep, perfect, and relentless—and I shatter.

I come with a strangled cry, cock pulsing between us, painting both our stomachs with hot streaks. My body clamps down around him, squeezing him tight as wave after wave crashes through me.

Kai groans—low, broken—and thrusts through it, drawing out my orgasm until I’m whimpering and trembling beneath him.

Only then does he let himself go.

He buries his face in my neck, hips stuttering as he comes deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, intimate, almost too much. Yet, not enough, because I want to feel him fill me.

He collapses on top of me, breathing hard, still buried inside me.

We stay like that for a long moment—tangled, sticky, hearts pounding against each other—while the ocean laps gently beneath the villa.

Kai presses a soft kiss to my neck, then my jaw, then my lips.

“You okay?” he whispers.

I nod, too wrecked to speak.

He smiles against my mouth. “Good.”

TWENTY-ONE

KAI

I wake dreamily, but the peace doesn’t last.

The first thing I feel is him.