Inside Mia's room, everything felt like her — clean, simple, and carefully kept.
Contrasting with the room, was the messy Mia laying sprawled across her bed.
She was on cloud nine, from an experience she hadn't known she would go through, one after another.
Yet the impatient Kael didn't seem to let her savor it.
He gave her yet another experience, standing there with his naked body in front of her.
She wouldn't call him muscular… far from it.
But his lean frame, stripped of clothes, was still a feast for her eyes.
And she drank him in, struggling to keep her composure as he closed the distance.
His calm gaze had turned predatory, dark with raw lust.
He unclasped her bra and tossed it aside, then sank his hands into her breasts.
He kneaded them roughly, molding the soft flesh into all kinds of shapes, while his thumbs circled her hardening nipples.
In the back of his mind, Kael couldn't help but compare them to the unnamed woman from two nights ago.
Mia's breasts were smaller.
His palms still couldn't take all of them at once… but they were smaller.
Yet they didn't lose out to the bigger ones.
Their bounce, and their firmness, more than made up for the size.
Deciding to test things further, Kael lowered his head and captured one pink nipple in his mouth.
He sucked, chewed, and bit at it with trance-like hunger, until Mia's voice, between moans, finally shaped into something more.
"Please… don't leave the other side out~."
Kael naturally obliged, moving from the right to the left.
He latched onto the other nipple with the same fervor, sucking until it stiffened under his tongue.
But Kael didn't forget his main business.
His cock, hard and heavy, resting against her stomach, throbbed with need.
And so, his free hand trailed down; over her heaving breasts, along her slim waist, until his fingers found her slick slit.
He traced her swollen lips, still leaking steadily, teasing the entrance before slipping two inside.
Mia arched, a fresh wave of heat flooding her core. From her haze, the words tumbled out, raw and desperate:
"Oh god… ruin me… please."
His fingers accelerated in response, curling deep inside her, stretching her walls, the wet sounds of her arousal echoing obscenely.
It felt so good… too good, that her hips bucked instinctively, chasing more.
Her breath hitched, and her body trembled on the edge.
But… that's when he pulled out — abrupt, leaving her clenching on nothing.
He took his fingers away, and moved his cock instead, aligning it with her entrance, pink and parted, glistening like it was begging.
But instead of thrusting in, he stroked the thick head along her folds, coating himself in her slick, bumping her clit with every slow drag.
It ignited her further, and Mia's back arched off the bed, her hips grinding up desperately to capture him.
"K-Kael… please…"
Yet he held her steady, denying it.
Instead, he lifted his head to meet her clouded eyes, then flashed a small smile — payback for her earlier teasing.
He didn't know that this smile, done purely on the spur of the moment, actually seemed to steal Mia's heart away from her.
She had repeatedly tried to shove her overwhelming emotion aside, and simply concentrate on the pleasure of this moment… yet he seemed intent on not letting things go her way.
Her heart stuttered; fresh tears pricked her dried eyes.
Overwhelmed didn't cover it.
What kind of emotion was this?
Simple admiration? The desire to sleep with him at least once? To leave herself with a good memory?
Or something more?
She didn't know… but she still felt like crying.
So she moved her arms, and buried her face in the crook of her elbow, then let out a shaky, sensual chuckle.
Then she begged, her ragged voice breaking between gasps:
"P-please… shove y-your cock in m-my pussy… I need it s-so bad~."
Such vulgar words, coming from her tongue…
From her — always so poised, always guarding her elegance.
Was it to prove to herself that she was already far gone? That she couldn't keep pretending to be proper in front of him? That something like a heart-fluttering romance was out of her reach anyway?
She didn't know.
But that was fine… she was far too gone, after all
And despite everything… this was also one side of her.
Desperate for everything coming from Kael.
She was desperate now, and wanted nothing else other than being filled by him.
Despite not catching everything, clearly perceptive that something was going on with Mia, Kael still hesitated for a second.
Yet he didn't probe.
And in the end, he obliged.
No more teasing.
He pushed forward, the head breaching her in a slow, stretching glide.
Tight.
So fucking tight it stole his breath.
If he didn't know better, he would have thought she was a virgin.
But she was not.
Her pussy… her slick walls were simply tight.
Kael grunted in pleasure as he sank deeper, her cunt squeezing every inch.
That sound was music to Mia's ears.
I'm fucking Kael Mercer.
No — wait.
Kael is fucking me.
The thought hit through the haze, disbelief mixing with awe, and a quiet thrill that this legend was buried inside her.
Love? Admiration? A touch of blasphemy at the filth of it all?
Maybe.
But right now, it only fed the heat.
With Kael… she was making love.
That was the only thought Mia allowed herself to settle on.
This moment was everything.
She lifted her arm, gaze locking on him, not like he was just a man… but something higher.
Her hips tilted up instinctively, taking him fully — until the tip nudged her cervix, and a sharp gasp tore out of her, half pain, half ecstasy.
To her, and to half the university, Kael Mercer wasn't just a legend.
He was more than that.
And now she was taking him, deep inside her, in the most filthy way possible.
So yes.
This was everything.