Chapter 24 - Noon Inferno

Jay's POV

The second I stepped back into Kiefer's bedroom after pretending to "grab my notes," he was on me like a predator. There was no warning, no teasing preamble—just heat, hands, lips, and the kind of urgency that made my knees wobble immediately.

"Already plotting," he muttered, fingers brushing over my waist, slipping dangerously low. My pulse spiked. I tried to step back... failed. Every retreat was blocked by the press of his chest, the smirk curling over his lips, and the heat of his gaze.

"You're insane," I gasped, voice shaking as his hand found a spot under my dress that had me arching instinctively.

"And you love it," he whispered against my jaw, teeth grazing lightly. My hands flew to his chest, trying to push, but he leaned in, catching my lips in a kiss that was feral and desperate and entirely overwhelming.

Clothes? Yeah... they didn't stand a chance. My dress was ripped upward, bra gone, and his hands roamed like he'd been memorizing my body all night—oh wait, he had. Every touch made me shiver, squirm, moan... I couldn't even form coherent words.

"God..." I whispered, pulling at his hair, nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't... stop..."

He didn't. He never did. His lips left a trail across my neck, jaw, collarbone. His fingers traced the lines of my thighs, moving with precision, teasing me just right, pushing me closer to the edge before pulling back enough to drive me insane.

I was trembling, breathless, hips lifting into him without conscious thought. Every gasp, every shiver, every little squeak made him grin, teeth grazing the shell of my ear.

"Cum for me," he growled, low, commanding, and my body betrayed me instantly. I arched, cried out, moaning his name as heat rolled through me, spine arching, fingers clutching at him, nails leaving marks.

When I collapsed, shaking and spent, he captured my lips in a lingering, bruising kiss, holding me tight, chest pressed against mine, fingers tangled in my hair.

"You're mine," he whispered.

"Yes..." I panted. "Yours..."

Kiefer's POV

She was trembling. Shaking. Every inch of her body begging, pleading, craving. And I... I was going to give her exactly what she needed. And then some.

Watching her collapse against me, gasping, trembling, lips swollen and cheeks flushed, made me want her all over again immediately. I could feel her pulse, rapid and wild, every tremble against me, and it made me hard in ways that were ridiculous.

"You're perfect," I whispered, dragging my lips down her jaw, neck, shoulder, feeling her shiver, arch, press into me. "Every inch. Mine."

She whimpered, pressing her body closer, letting me have every inch of her attention. And I wasn't stopping. Not yet. I moved hands, lips, fingers, teasing, stroking, pressing, dragging her higher, making her gasp, making her arch, making her voice crack with pleasure.

"Jay Jay..." I murmured low, teeth grazing her shoulder. "I'm not done."

Her body responded immediately—knees tightening, hips grinding, nails digging into my back. Every little sound she made was fuel, fire in my veins. I leaned into her, claiming her lips, tongue, teeth, hands everywhere.

By the time she came again, shuddering, crying out, gasping my name, I groaned, letting her feel every bit of me, hands gripping her waist, hips pressing into hers. She collapsed against me, utterly mine, and I... I wasn't done.

"Oh..." I rasped, teeth grazing her collarbone. "I could make you scream again before the clock even strikes noon."

Her gasp, her shiver, the little arch into my touch... fuck. I smiled darkly, pressing my lips into her neck. "And I will. Every inch. Every gasp. Every moan. You're mine, Jay Jay. Every part. Every reaction. Mine."

She was lost. Completely. And I hadn't even started teasing her properly yet.

The sunlight streaming through the window? Didn't matter. The world outside? Didn't matter. All that existed was her, me, and the fire between us—already melting us both, already breaking us into pieces, already consuming every rational thought we'd had.