Chapter 407: Passed Out

Rebecca’s POV

I felt his body go instantly, rigidly stiff.

He froze, every muscle locking up like iron under my hands as he realized I was completely naked against him.

I hate him, a desperate part of my brain screamed. I hate how easily he unravels me, how I can never seem to stay away.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I was terrified of what would happen next, terrified that I was walking straight into a vulnerability I could never undo. I didn’t want to regret this. But as his breath hitched heavily, neither of us pulled away.

A long, rough sigh left his chest.

"Rebecca... please leave."

Fuck.

His voice was low, strained, almost broken. The sound of it alone sent a rush of heat straight between my legs. I tightened my arms around his waist, pressing my bare breasts harder against the damp, warm skin of his back, feeling his muscles jump under my touch.

"I’m sorry," I whispered against his shoulder. "I’m so sorry."

I felt him inhale sharply. The muscles under my hands tensed even more.

"You’ll regret this," he said, his voice darker now.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the center of his back, tasting the water still clinging to his skin. He tried to reach down and pull my hands away, but I was faster. My right hand slid lower, past his hips, and wrapped around the thick, hard length of his cock.

He was already fully hard. Heavy. Hot. Throbbing hard against my palm.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat.

I stroked him once, slowly, feeling every ridge and vein. Then twice, tighter, feeling the thick vein along the underside pulse under my fingers. Pre-cum smeared across my palm.

"Fuck—"

In the next second, the world spun.

Kaden turned so fast I barely registered the movement. One strong hand gripped my waist, the other cupped the back of my head, and he shoved me back against the cool bathroom wall. My bare shoulders hit the tiles with a soft thud. His eyes, normally green, were glowing pure gold. The Alpha was fully awake. Completely out of control.

"You will pay for this, baby girl," he growled, his voice rough and raw with hunger.

Then his mouth crashed onto mine.

The kiss was nothing like the careful ones from before. It was hungry, punishing, all tongue and teeth and pure possession. He forced my lips open and claimed every inch of my mouth, sucking on my tongue, biting my lower lip hard enough to sting before soothing it with another deep stroke of his tongue. I moaned into his mouth as he pressed his entire body against mine. His cock, still trapped between us, rubbed against my lower stomach, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum on my skin.

He broke the kiss only long enough to lift me. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct. The thick, blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, already slick and ready, sliding through my wet folds.

"You’re already dripping," he muttered against my lips, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking ready for me."

He slammed into me in one hard thrust.

A sharp, broken cry tore from my throat. He filled me completely, stretching me open in one brutal stroke. No slow adjustment. No mercy. Just the full, thick length of him buried to the hilt inside my pussy. The stretch burned in the best way, a deep, overwhelming fullness that made my eyes water and my walls flutter around him.

"Kaden—!"

He didn’t give me time to breathe. He started fucking me against the wall with deep, powerful strokes, each one lifting me higher, each one forcing a wet, filthy sound from where our bodies joined. My back slid against the cool tiles with every thrust. My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the bathroom, mixed with my broken moans and his low, animalistic growls.

He kept one hand under my ass, holding me open for him, while the other braced against the wall beside my head. Every thrust was deliberate and deep. He pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained inside me, then slammed back in to the hilt, grinding his hips against mine so that the base of his cock rubbed hard against my clit.

"You fucking have no idea," he growled against my neck, thrusting harder, "what it took me to stay away from you these past days."

I could only moan. Every thrust hit that deep, sensitive place inside me that made my vision spark white. My pussy clenched around him helplessly, trying to keep him inside every time he withdrew. The pleasure was already building too fast, coiling tight and low in my belly, my wetness dripping down between us.

He fucked me against the wall for what felt like forever, long, relentless strokes that made my thighs shake and my breath come in short, desperate gasps. When he finally pulled out, I whimpered at the sudden emptiness, my pussy clenching around nothing.

He carried me without a word and set me down on the edge of the wide bathroom counter. The cold marble bit into my bare ass for half a second before he pushed my knees wide apart and stepped between them. He guided himself back to my entrance and slammed in even deeper than before.

A loud, broken moan tore from my throat as his cock stretched me open again.

"Look," he ordered, turning my face toward the large mirror in front of us.

I saw everything.

My flushed face. My open mouth. My breasts bouncing with every hard thrust. And him, tall, still damp from the shower, golden eyes locked on mine in the reflection as he fucked me like a man possessed. The thick length of his cock disappeared into me over and over, shiny with my wetness. The sight was filthy and perfect and so erotic it made another rush of heat flood between my legs.

"Watch how well you take me," he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding into me. "Watch your pretty little pussy stretch around my cock."

I couldn’t look away. Every thrust forced a soft, high sound from my throat. He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles while he kept slamming into me. The dual sensation made my thighs shake violently against his sides. My hands scrambled for something to hold onto—his shoulders, the edge of the counter, anything—as the pleasure climbed higher and higher.

"Kaden, I’m going to—"

"Not yet."

He pulled out suddenly. I whimpered at the loss, my empty pussy clenching around nothing, dripping onto the marble. Before I could protest, he spun me around, bent me over the counter so my chest and stomach pressed against the cold marble, and entered me again from behind in one long, hard thrust.

I cried out, my forehead dropping to the counter. He fucked me harder from this angle, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. Every thrust forced a broken moan from my throat. My pussy was on fire, hot, swollen, dripping down my thighs onto the marble. The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the entire bathroom.

"Still think you hate me?" he growled, slamming into me so hard the counter shook. "Your cunt is sucking me in like it never wants me to leave."

"I do hate you," I gasped, even as I pushed back to meet every stroke. "I hate, ah, how good you feel—"

He laughed darkly and reached around to pinch my clit between two fingers. The sharp pleasure-pain made me cry out. He kept fucking me through it, relentless, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me obscenely loud. Every time he bottomed out, he ground his hips in a small circle, pressing against that deep spot that made my legs threaten to give out.

He stayed in this position for a long time, fucking me with deep, powerful strokes that never once slowed. My arms trembled. My moans had turned into continuous, broken sounds. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out again.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he lifted me and carried me into the large glass shower. He turned the water on hot and pressed me against the tiled wall under the spray. Water ran down both our bodies as he lifted one of my legs high against his hip and slammed back inside me.

This position was even deeper. I sobbed with pleasure, arms locked around his neck, as he fucked me under the cascading water. His golden eyes never left my face. Every thrust was hard, deep, almost brutal. My pussy clenched and fluttered around him, already close again. Water mixed with the slickness between us, making every stroke feel even more intense, the heat of the water and the heat of his cock combining until I could barely think.

"Come on my cock," he ordered, his voice rough against my ear. "Now."

The orgasm ripped through me so violently my vision went white. I screamed his name as my walls locked down around him in strong, rhythmic pulses, milking his cock. He didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through the climax, prolonging every wave until I was shaking and oversensitive, soft whimpers leaving my throat with every continued thrust.

Still not finished, he pulled out, turned me around, and bent me over with my hands braced on the glass. He entered me again from behind, one arm locked around my waist, the other reaching up to hold my throat lightly as he resumed that deep, powerful rhythm.

I was gone. Completely lost in the feel of him. My body no longer felt like my own. Every hard thrust sent sparks up my spine. My moans had turned into broken, continuous sounds that echoed off the glass and tiles. He was fucking me like a beast—raw, dominant, completely unrestrained—and I loved every second of it.

He had fucked me hard before.

But this was something else entirely.

My pussy burned with pleasure. My legs trembled. I could feel another orgasm building already, heavier and more overwhelming than the last. He kept one hand on my throat and the other between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in firm, relentless circles while he pounded into me from behind.

"Kaden—" I gasped. "I can’t, I’m going to—"

"Take it," he growled against my ear. "Take all of me."

He slammed into me one final, brutal time and came with a deep, guttural roar. Hot pulses flooded me as he buried himself to the hilt, filling me completely. The feel of him spilling inside me triggered my own second release. My body locked up. Pleasure crashed through me so intensely that the edges of my vision went dark.

I felt his arms tighten around me as my knees gave out.

The last thing I registered was his low, rough voice against my neck.

"I’ve got you."

Then everything started to slip.

My body went completely limp in his arms. The intense heat, the leftover pulses of pleasure, the sound of the water—all of it began to fade into a distant haze. I tried to hold on to the feeling of his chest against my back, the strength of the arms locked around my waist, but even that was slipping away.

Through the thickening fog, I felt him shift. The dominant, almost feral grip that had held me so tightly a moment ago changed. His arms adjusted carefully, one sliding under my knees, the other supporting my back as he lifted me fully against his chest. The rough edge was gone from his movements. He was holding me like something fragile.

"Rebecca?"

His voice reached me from far away. It no longer carried that deep, commanding growl. It was tighter. Worried.

I felt him brush wet hair from my face with surprising gentleness. His palm rested against my cheek for a second, then moved to the side of my neck, checking for something. My pulse, maybe. The water was still running, but he turned slightly, shielding most of it from me.

"Rebecca. Open your eyes."

The words were low, urgent. I wanted to answer. I wanted to tell him I was fine, that it had just been too much, that my body had simply given out under the intensity. But my lips wouldn’t move. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy.

I felt him carry me out of the shower. Cooler air touched my skin for a moment before something soft, probably a towel, was wrapped around me. He lowered us both onto what must have been the bed or a wide bench, keeping me cradled against his chest. One of his hands stayed on the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly under my eye.

"Fuck... Rebecca, come on."

There was real fear in his voice now. I could feel it in the way his heart pounded against my cheek, in the slight tremor that ran through the arm supporting me. The same man who had just fucked me like a beast was holding me as if he was terrified I wouldn’t wake up.

I tried one last time to force my eyes open, to give him any sign that I was still there.

But I couldn’t.

The last thing I felt before the darkness took me completely was his forehead resting against mine and the quiet, repeated murmur of my name.