After the Storm | LadaEarn [M]

Marked by the Past [M]

The moment after Lada's lips left Earn's, the tension in the room thickened, suffocating in its intensity. Earn's chest heaved, and the desire in her eyes was undeniable, matching the furious need burning in Lada's gaze. There was no space for words—none that could express the years of longing, anger, and regret swirling between them.

Lada's hands were at Earn's waist before she could fully process it, pulling her roughly toward the bedroom. Earn followed without hesitation, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body already buzzing with anticipation. The dim lighting barely softened the charged atmosphere, the silence between them thick and electric.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Lada pushed her against the wall, her hands gripping Earn's shirt with enough force to make the fabric strain. She wasn't asking for permission—Earn could feel it in every move, in every rough, calculated touch. And Earn wanted this, wanted her.

"Is this what you want?" Lada's voice was low, demanding, her breath hot against Earn's neck.

"Yes," Earn breathed, her voice shaking with urgency. "I want you."

Lada's hands were all over her, yanking up Earn's shirt, fingers grazing her skin with rough, possessive movements. It wasn't slow, and it wasn't gentle—this was something that had been brewing too long to be soft. Lada's mouth found the sensitive skin underneath her collarbone, biting just hard enough to make Earn gasp, her hips instinctively pressing forward.

Earn's hands gripped Lada's shoulders, pulling her closer, needing more. "I need you," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Please..."

That was all it took.

Lada's hands moved lower, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Earn's jeans before sliding inside, her touch rough and impatient. Earn let out a sharp gasp, her body arching against the wall, desperate for more. The pace was frantic, a collision of bodies and emotions that neither of them could control.

Lada's fingers moved with purpose, each thrust deliberate, each motion drawing a ragged moan from Earn's lips. The friction was intoxicating, the pressure building rapidly as Earn's body responded to every rough stroke, every push. She clung to Lada, nails digging into her back, her breath coming in broken, needy gasps.

"Is this what you wanted?" Lada growled, her lips brushing Earn's ear as her fingers plunged deeper, rougher. "Is this what you missed?"

Earn's head fell back, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. "Yes," she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes—please."

Lada's fingers quickened, pushing Earn to the edge, her body a mess of sensation and heat. Earn's hips bucked, chasing the release that was building faster than she could control, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Lada didn't slow, her eyes fixed on Earn's face, watching the pleasure she was inflicting.

And then it hit—Earn's body tightened, her muscles contracting as she came hard, her cry loud enough to fill the room. Lada didn't stop, pushing her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until Earn was left trembling against the wall, her legs barely holding her up.

When Lada finally eased up, her hands still gripped Earn's skin, but the roughness faded into something more measured, though no less intense. Her breathing was harsh, her chest rising and falling as she stared down at Earn, seeing the faint marks she'd left, the proof of how far they'd let the moment carry them.

Earn's body, still trembling slightly, didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into Lada, as if the marks meant something more—something she was willing to accept, to own. She caught Lada's wrist, her fingers grazing over Lada's knuckles in a way that made everything feel suspended, like there was still something hanging in the air between them, unsaid but heavy.

Lada hovered for a moment longer, then finally rested her forehead against Earn's, their breathing mingling, the tension still lingering but slowly ebbing into something more settled, but unresolved.