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Chapter 53: Prove it
Kael’s grin faltered, coffee sloshing slightly as he set the mug down with a soft clunk.
He gulped, throat tight, caught off-guard by the shift—her flush, her unflinching stare, the sudden heat in the air.
The Haven’s cozy hum—the sizzle of cooling eggs, the faint drip of the coffee maker—felt stifling now. His mind scrambled, quips evaporating as he met her gaze, unsure if she was serious or yanking his chain.
Rhea tilted her head, damp hair brushing her shoulder, her spoon tapping the table once, twice—a quiet, expectant dare. Kael’s pulse quickened, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. This wasn’t the morning he’d planned.
Prove it," she said again, softer, the words a smoldering ember.
Her spoon clinked beside her discarded mask, forgotten, as she leaned forward, damp hair framing her face.
Kael’s hazel eyes flared, locked on hers from his seat opposite, probing for a bluff he couldn’t find.
"You’re serious," he growled, voice thick, hands gripping the table’s edge until his knuckles bleached.
"Dead fucking serious," she shot back, lips curling into a smirk, her blush spreading like wildfire.
She shoved her chair back with a screech, stalking around the table, closing in until her scent—pudding, soap, a bite of smoke—hit him like a drug.
Kael surged up, meeting her head-on, his hand snagging her waist—testing, then clamping down.
The costume was hot under his fingers, molded to her curves, and she pressed in, her tits brushing his chest, breath scorching his jaw.
"Thought you were just mouthing off, Kael," she taunted, voice dripping sex, her hands clawing up his arms, nails sinking into his shoulders.
That lit the match. Kael’s control shattered, and he hauled her against him, one hand fisting her wet hair, the other digging into her hip.
"Not today," he snarled, slamming his lips onto hers.
She tasted like chocolate, her moan vibrating into him as she ground against his hardening thing, nails carving into his flesh.
Rhea yanked back, ripping his shirt off and chucking it with a smirk.
"Table, huh?" she panted, shoving him toward it—his chair crashing, plates skittering.
He grinned, snatching her wrists and flipping her around, pinning her ass against the table’s edge, her mask hitting the floor as pudding bowls toppled.
"Game on," he rasped against her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her, tasting the sweat beading there.
His hands roamed, yanking her costume up—slow, teasing, exposing the dip of her waist, the swell of her ribs.
She gasped, needy, as his fingers grazed her tits, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs flicking her hard nipples. "This fucking suit," he groaned, cock throbbing, peeling it higher until it bunched at her shoulders, her bare skin prickling in the cool air, tits bouncing free.
"Stop talking and fuck me already," she snapped, voice raw with impatience, her hands tearing at his jeans, popping the zipper.
She freed his cock with a smug grunt, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking hard and fast—hot, tight, making him groan.
He crushed her lips again, tongue deep, as he hoisted her onto the table.
Her legs snapped around his waist, yanking him in, her pussy radiating heat through the costume’s bottom half.
He ripped it down, no patience, the fabric splitting as she kicked it off, leaving her bare and glistening. "Fuck, Rhea," he growled, hands spreading her thighs wide, his cock nudging her slick entrance, the table creaking under her ass.
She smirked, breathless, amber eyes blazing.
He slammed into her, balls-deep in one thrust, her tight, wet heat gripping him as she cried out, loud and filthy.
He didn’t hold back—pounding her fast and hard, the table rocking, her tits bouncing with every brutal stroke. Her nails clawed his shoulders, anchoring her as she fucked him back, hips slamming up, her pussy clenching his dick like a vise.
"Harder," she gasped, head thrown back, throat exposed. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, drilling into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, her juices coating him as she shook.
His hand dove between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast and rough—circling, pinching, driving her wild.
She arched, a guttural "Ah~ Kael—!" ripping from her as her cunt pulsed, milking him, her orgasm hitting like a goddamn freight train, thighs quaking around him.
He wasn’t done. Pulling out, cock slick with her, he spun her around, bending her over the table—her hands slapping the wood.
"Not tapping out yet," he growled into her ear, one hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back, the other gripping her hip as he lined up. She shoved her ass back, laughing breathlessly. "Fucking better not."
He rammed into her from behind, balls slapping her clit, the angle hitting deep, stretching her pussy wide.
She moaned, loud and dirty, pushing back to take every inch, her ass jiggling with each thrust. The table screeched across the floor, her tits pressed flat against it, nipples scraping the wood as he fucked her senseless.
His hand slid around, fingers diving into her soaked folds, rubbing her clit in tight, fast circles. "You’re so wet," he groaned, voice cracking, her cunt dripping down her thighs, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
"Come again," he snarled, teetering on the edge, her tight heat shredding his control. She did—her scream raw, her pussy clamping down, gushing around him as she came, dragging him over with her. He roared, pumping into her, spilling hot and thick, his vision whiting out as they rode the wave, sweat-slick and shaking.
They collapsed to the floor, legs buckling, a sweaty heap on the Haven’s rug.
She straddled him, still gasping, amber eyes glinting with a feral edge.
"One more for good luck, Kael," she purred, grabbing his half-hard cock, guiding it back to her dripping cunt with a slow, teasing grind.
He groaned, hands clamping her thighs as she sank down, taking him deep, her pussy swallowing him whole.
She rode him, slow and filthy, rolling her hips to grind her clit against his pelvis, her costume tangled at her waist, tits bouncing free.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he rasped, hazel eyes glued to her, hands sliding up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
She leaned down, kissing him sloppy and deep, tongue fucking his mouth as she picked up speed—bouncing now, her ass slapping his thighs, her cunt clenching with every thrust.
He bucked up into her, meeting her rhythm, one hand gripping her hip, the other rubbing her clit again—fast, slick, relentless.
"Kael—shit—!" she choked, her third orgasm ripping through her, her pussy spasming, soaking him as she shuddered.
He lost it, groaning her name as he came, pumping into her, hot spurts filling her until they both collapsed, wrecked and panting.
They lay tangled, foreheads pressed, her amber eyes meeting his hazel ones, a mix of smug triumph and shock flickering in them. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
"Proved it," he panted, a crooked grin breaking as he swiped a damp strand from her face.
She laughed, hoarse, smacking his chest weakly.
"Fucking bastard," she muttered, but her blush softened, and she slumped against him with a smile.
