Chap 189: Fu*k Her Breathless
WARNING: Mature content ahead.
The next morning, while the world was still wrapped in darkness and cold, Tee and Kie woke long before their usual time. The lake whispered softly against its banks, and night creatures still sang their hidden songs. They packed their tents and bags in a quiet rhythm, both carrying small, private smiles from the day before.
“Before you go,” Tee said, hesitating just a beat, “let me show you around the village—where I’m staying.” She slipped her robe back on, fingers fidgeting at the tie. “Well… if you want to.”
Kie, oblivious to the weight behind her words, replied easily, “Sure. It’s still early. I can make it back before breakfast and training.”
Her room was simple but warm. A wide, open space, centered around a large circular window that almost looked like a doorway sealed with glass. It felt less like a room and more like a quiet sanctuary. When he glanced around, Tee made a small motion with her hand, and part of the wall peeled back, revealing a hidden closet.
She let her robe fall away and said lightly, “You finally got me alone. Was this your plan?”
Kie, studying the tidy lamp on her desk, answered without thinking, “No. You’re the one who brought me here.”
He turned and nearly walked straight into her. They both froze, laughter dying in their throats as the distance between them vanished.
Tee tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to ease the sudden tension, but without her robe, Kie’s eyes caught on the white mark at her neck—soft, luminous, almost fragile against her skin.
Something in him shifted.
Why else had he spent an entire day alone with her if he didn’t feel something? The signs had been there, and she was brave enough to test them.
She met his gaze, her eyes searching his, and asked softly, “Are you still not going to tell me who you got those gorgeous eyes from?” Her hand rose, gently cupping his jaw.
That touch broke something in Kie.
It crossed a line he hadn’t even realized he’d drawn, and suddenly his breath felt uneven, his thoughts scattered. He stuttered, caught between surprise and something warmer, something more dangerous. Did she actually care about him?
Tee stepped closer until their toes brushed. Their foreheads rested together, noses grazing, breath mingling. He could feel the shape of her mouth just beneath his, so close it almost hurt.
Her eyes flicked to his lips.
His dropped to hers.
The air between them grew tight, charged, trembling with everything neither of them had yet said and everything they were suddenly afraid not to.
She whispered, “What are you waiting for? To kiss me already?”
Her head tilted, lips brushing the air just shy of his.
Instead, he leaned to her ear, his voice grazing her neck like a physical touch. She shivered. His eyes dipped to the white insignia at her collar, and something flickered there—heat turning to restraint.
“I can’t.” His voice was tight. He let her hand go.
She caught his jaw before he could step back. “You feel alone”, she murmured, “like no one in the world cares about you. No wonder you’d stay up all night talking to a Xeno-victim. A piece of scum.”
“Don’t call yourself that”, he growled, sharper than he meant.
Her other hand slid up his chest, slow, over the steady beat of his heart. “I feel the same way”, she breathed. “If we could throw away the hero crap and live normal lives again, I’d want to go back with you.”
Her fingers traveled higher, curling around his neck, pulling his forehead back to hers. “Wake up every day with you beside me. Never lonely.”
He exhaled hard, his resolve starting to slip.
She leaned in until her lips ghosted his ear, her voice a sin. “And the nights… all heat, all hunger, no holding back.”
Her fingertip traced his bottom lip, slow enough to make his breath stutter.
Kie dared her silently to make the first move—and she did, kissing him with aching intensity. All the loneliness he had been carrying rushed back to him at once, like an old wound finally being touched.
The last of his control snapped. He caught her by the waist, dragging her against him, and kissed her hard—messy, hungry, like he’d been starving for her.
She gasped into his mouth, then kissed back harder, fingers sliding into his hair, gripping, pulling.
His hands roamed up her back, memorizing the shape of her through her clothes. Her hips pressed into his, and for a dizzying moment she felt just how deeply she was affecting him, the heat and tension between them undeniable.
They broke for air only to crash back together, mouths open, tongues meeting, his hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her there.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bed. He laid her down gently, positioning himself above her, his gaze never leaving hers.
As he kissed her neck, she felt his voice echo softly in her mind.
“Somebody was thirsty.”
But it didn’t feel like a tease. Tee pulled him in with both hands, fisting the front of his shirt before yanking it upward, her breath ragged. She replied in kind through their shared telepathic link, her thoughts brushing against his with the same warmth and urgency.
“You made me wait so long.”
He helped her, tossing the shirt aside, and her eyes swept over the lean muscle beneath, like she’d been waiting years to see him like that.
Kie hovered over her, breathing hard. His hands trembled as they touched her — not from fear, but from restraint. Every inch of her skin under his fingers ignited something deeper, darker.
“With me, you can be as thirsty as you want.”
His words made her shiver. She arched under him as his mouth found her neck again, biting down gently, then licking the mark he left behind.
“Kie, don’t hold back,” she whispered in his ear. “Touch me like you mean it.”
That snapped something inside him.
He slid her shirt over her head and quickly unfastened her bra. The sight of her like that—bare, flushed, looking up at him with parted lips—nearly broke him.
He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing her hardening nipples, and the way her back arched, her moan tore out of her throat—it drove him wild.
“Tell me sweet-tee—do you want to be cherished… or fucked breathless?”
She dragged him down again, kissing him hard, grinding against him with growing urgency.
“Fucked breathless. Let me forget my own name,” she breathed.
Her hands dipped between them, feeling how hard he was through his pants, teasing him through the fabric until he cursed under his breath. She made quick work of undoing his belt, pushing his pants down just enough.
He caught her wrist and kissed the inside, locking eyes with her. “You sure?”
She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He pushed her skirt up, and slid her underwear down without breaking eye contact, her legs parting with deliberate invitation. He stared for a beat—breath stuck in his throat—then positioned himself between her thighs.
The tip of him pressed against her folds, circling over her clit with agonizing precision. Every touch, every brush of him against her skin, sent jolts of pleasure racing through her.
Tee’s hands roamed over his chest and shoulders, gripping, clawing, searching for something to hold onto as the waves of pleasure built inside her. Her body reacted before her mind could, leaning into him, pressing, trembling.
Every movement, every brush of his skin against hers, felt electric, unrelenting. She wanted him entirely, wanted to be consumed by this heat, a need that was overwhelming and glorious.
“Please…” Her voice was ragged, barely coherent, a primal plea that vibrated with hunger.
He responded with a low, guttural growl, the sound sending another shiver down her spine. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, aligning her body with his. Then, with a deliberate motion, he slid into her.
The sensation tore through her in a violent rush, filling her completely, making her arch against him with a moan that was more animal than human.
Her nails raked his back instinctively as he moved, each thrust sharp, precise, and unrelenting. She clung to him, matching his rhythm when her body allowed, moaning, gasping, crying out as waves of pleasure tore through her.
The intensity built until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Her clit throbbed under each movement, and then pleasure crashed through her in a powerful wave, sending shivers all the way to her fingertips and toes as she came.
“Damn…Tee,” he growled, the sound low and commanding, making her tremble in both fear and need.
She felt him, smelled him, tasted him, each sense heightened, magnified, reduced to the raw, primal connection between them.
Her body was a vessel of sensation, each nerve screaming for more. Her hips rolled instinctively, pressing into him, needing the friction, needing the burn of it all. He answered her movements with matching force, pushing her back against the bed, driving deeper, faster, the pressure relentless.
Her orgasm still quivered through her body when he pushed inside her, slow and deep, stretching her until she could hardly breathe. The fullness left her gasping, her nails carving into his back as her thighs locked tight around his waist.
“God…” he groaned against her throat, shuddering as her slick heat wrapped around him. “You’re so tight.”
Her answer was a whimper, her hips lifting instinctively to take him deeper. “Don’t stop—please.”
He pulled back and drove into her with a steady thrust that made her arch off the bed beneath them. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet, sharp, the rhythm building fast until it was all she could hear above her own moans.
Each stroke dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, making her clench and tremble around him. He gripped her thigh, spreading her wider, the angle sharper—deeper—until she was crying out with every thrust.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him down into a messy, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled, teeth clashing, each kiss breaking with a gasp only to crash together again as he pounded into her harder.
“Kie—ah—” she moaned into his mouth, voice breaking as her body shook beneath him. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he rasped, not slowing, his thrusts growing rougher, his breath hot against her lips.
She came again, sharp and sudden, her walls seizing around him so tightly he groaned, his rhythm faltering. He clutched her hips, grinding deep as she spasmed around him, her cries echoing in the air.
When she sagged back, trembling and spent, he wasn’t done. He shifted, hooking her legs higher over his shoulders, driving into her at a new angle that tore another cry from her lips. The deeper penetration made her writhe, helpless beneath the force of him.
“K—Kie!” she gasped, eyes rolling back as he hammered into her, relentlessly. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her body arching wildly under his. Every thrust made her wetter, the slick sounds of their joining loud, shameless, filling the room.
He bent down, pressing her folded legs against her chest as he kissed her hard, thrusting deep enough she swore she could feel him in her stomach. “You’re mine,” he growled against her lips, the roughness of his voice making her shiver.
“Yes—yes,” she gasped, desperate, undone.
Her third orgasm ripped through her with brutal force, her body convulsing around him, juices spilling over his cock as he pounded her through it. The way she clenched, the way she cried his name—it unraveled him.
“Freck—Tee—” he groaned, his thrusts faltering, becoming rough and erratic as his climax surged. With a final deep plunge, he buried himself inside her, spilling hot and thick. He held himself there, grinding through the last pulses as he came undone, trembling with the force of it.
They collapsed together, breathless, sweat-slick skin pressed tight. His forehead rested against hers, both of them panting, caught in the aftermath of raw, desperate need.
She stroked his jaw with shaky fingers, lips brushing his. “Kie ….”
Her lips brushed his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him, tasting the remnants of sweat and desire. She traced her fingers across his chest, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her touch. Every nerve was still singing, every muscle still tingling. She could barely move, barely think, but she felt it. A primal connection. A fire that wouldn’t fade.
“God… you're a beast,” she whispered, voice low, ragged.
He rolled slightly, pressing a hand to the small of her back, holding her close, and she felt a shiver run through her at the possessive warmth of him. Her body still hummed with need, still ached for more, but even in the lingering heat, there was a strange, tender stillness. They were together, tangled, raw, and alive.
Tee let herself rest against him, savoring the sensation, the memory of every brush, every thrust, every gasp and moan that had brought them to that point. Her body was still humming, and her mind was still blank, lost in the fire of what they had done.
Tee kissed him again, biting his bottom lip before pulling back. “Damn, Kie, I want you.”
But then—it hit him. A flicker. A memory he never wanted.
Karen.
That smile. That lie. The way she moaned like she meant it, but she knew what she was doing to him. She didn’t care. He hated her—hated the ghost of her in his head, and hated that she showed up then when he was touching someone real.
Kie froze.
Tee blinked up at him, confused, her breath shallow, chest rising fast beneath him. “Kie? What’s wrong?”
He wondered if he should say anything. Mention another woman’s name now? But then—footsteps. Far off at first, but drawing closer. Too light and rhythmic to be random. Too deliberate to be innocent.
They both froze.
Tee blinked. “Do you hear that?”
Kie nodded. “Someone’s almost at the door.”
A low, thrilling sound from just beyond the door made Tee’s heart leap. She knew exactly who—or what—was there. Kie, however, was nowhere near prepared.
Shifting the subject quickly, she said, “You should leave. Training starts soon.”
Sensing her urgency, Kie couldn’t resist a teasing note. “Someone doesn’t want to get caught like this, huh?”
The footsteps grew sharper, closer. The scratching and subtle screeching from behind the door made Kie frown. Tee raised a hand to the door and then silence fell.
The scratching before had been deliberate, unnerving. That was no human.