Him OR Her

13. Shattered Reflections 🔞

Jeet

The room felt like it was closing in, every breath heavy with the scent of our sweat and sex. I watched her, my body still thrumming from the high we'd just come down from. Riya lay beside me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes glazed with the remnants of pleasure.

But beneath that, I saw something more–something raw and untamed, a reflection of what I felt burning inside me.

"You're thinking too much," she murmured, her voice a breathy whisper as her fingers lazily trailed over my chest.

My lips curled into a half-smile, but my mind was still racing. "Can't help it when you're lying next to me like this." I traced a line down her spine, feeling the shiver that rippled through her at my touch. "Makes a man's thoughts wander."

"Wander where?" she teased, her eyes looking onto mine, the spark in them igniting something deep in my gut.

"To places you might not be ready for," I said, my voice dropping, letting the tension build between us. I wanted her to feel the weight of my words, the promise of what was still to come.

Riya's breath hitched, her body pressing closer to mine. "Try me," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, sending a jolt of desire straight through me. "I might surprise you."

The challenge in her voice was impossible to resist. I rolled us over, pinning her beneath me, my hands gripping her wrists above her head. "You've been surprising me since the day I met you," I growled, my eyes boring into hers. "But you're not only one who knows how to play this game."

I saw the shift in her expression, the way her eyes widened just a fraction, her breath quickening. She wasn't used to this side of me–the one that didn't just take what I wanted, but demanded it. And that was exactly what I planned to do.

But first, I needed to make her wait. Needed her to feel the anticipation, the ache of wanting something so badly it consumed you.

My lips brushed against hers, teasing, before moving to her neck, biting down just enough to make her gasp. "You don't get to have everything on your terms, Riya," I murmured against her skin. "Sometimes, you have to beg for it."

She bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly as she fought to keep control. But I saw the crack in her armor, the way her body arched toward me, silently pleading for more.

I chuckled softly, the sound dark and low. "What's wrong Dash? Can't handle a little patience?"

Her response was immediate, her hips bucking up against mine, seeking friction. "Fuck patience," she snapped, her voice laced with frustration and desire. "I want you now."

That was all I needed. With a low growl, I took her mouth in a bruising kiss, my hands moving to explore every inch of her body, memorizing the way she felt, the way she trembled under my touch.

But I wasn't done with her yet. I needed to hear her say it–needed her to beg.

I pulled back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I stared down at her. "Say it," I demanded, my voice rough with need.

Her eyes met mine, blazing with defiance. She was close, so close to giving in.

"Say it," I repeated, my grip tightening on her wrists.

For a moment, she held out, her chest heaving as she fought to keep control. But then, finally, I saw the moment she broke, her body going slack beneath me.

"Put it in...," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and lust. "I need you, inside me, right this instant."

The words sent thrill through me, my control slipping as I finally gave in to the overwhelming desire. I released her wrists, my hands moving to grip her hips as I positioned myself between her thighs.

"Good girl," I murmured, my voice a low rumble as I pushed into her with one powerful thrust, burying myself deep inside her.

Riya's cry echoed through the room, her nails digging into my shoulders as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me even closer. The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm, driven by a need that had been building for far too long.

Every thrust, every movement, was a reminder of just how much I needed her–how much I craved the way she made me feel. And I could tell from the way she clung to me, the way her breath hitched with every deep stroke, that she felt the same.

The room seemed to spin around us, the only thing grounding me being the feel of her body beneath mine, the sound of her moans filling the air. I could feel her tightening around me, the telltale sign that she was close, and I wasn't far behind.

"Ughh! Riya..." I groaned, my voice strained as I fought to hold on for just a moment longer. "Come with me."

She nodded, her nails scrapping down my back as she gave herself over to the pleasure, her cries mingling with mine as we both fell over the edge together, our bodies shaking with the force of our release.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our bodies still intertwined, the after aftershocks of our climax rippling through us. And then, slowly, I pulled away, collapsing beside her on the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

Riya turned to look at me, her eyes softening as she reached out to touch my face. "Hngh!!! Jeet..." she began, but I cut her off with a kiss, not ready for words just yet.

Because whatever this was between us, it was far from over. And I intended to explore every dark, twisted corner of it.

But for now, I just wanted to bask in the moment, in the feel of her next to me, knowing that no matter what came next, we were in this together.

Because as much as I hated to admit it, Riya Dash was the only person who had ever made me feel this alive.

And I wasn't ready to let that go.