HIRAM’S POV:
The moment I have her pinned against the wall, fury surges through me like a tide I cannot control. It’s not just the way she defies me, ignores me, or even laughs at my frustration-it’s the way she pulls me into this chaos and makes me crave it. Her lips part, her breath brushing my neck as I press into her.
“Everything is a game to you, Juniper. You have done nothing but test me all day.” My voice rumbles in a low growl, but it does nothing to her. It doesn’t scare her; instead, she stares at me with a smirk, which infuriates me further.
My free hand grips her hip, sliding up her bare back, where her strapless dress leaves her skin exposed. The heat of her body seeps into me, but it only feeds the fire.
When I tug at her dress, the fabric refuses to break, clinging stubbornly to her. My jaw tightens, and I give it a strong pull, watching as it rips down the middle and pools at her waist. She gasps sharply, but there’s no resistance-only that maddening smirk, driving me insane.
“You like testing me, don’t you?” I mutter, my breath hot against her ear. My hands roam her exposed back. She arches slightly, pressing into me, and it’s enough to break the last thread of my restraint.
Gripping her shoulders, I spin her, pressing her front against the wall. Her palms flatten against the surface, her breath hitching as I step closer. My hands undo my belt, letting my pants fall, while the other yanks hard at her panties until they rip. I toss them out of the way, gripping her hips with both hands.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growl, leaning down to brush my lips over her neck, biting just hard enough to leave a mark as I push into her. Her gasp turns into a low moan, and the sound sends a jolt of heat through me.
Her head tilts, giving me access to the curve of her shoulder. My lips trail down her skin, tasting every inch of her. One of her hands moves to grip mine, holding it tightly as she presses back against me. The sensation of her bare skin against my cock is nearly enough to undo me.
I slide my hand lower, gripping her thigh and pulling it back against me as I pound into her slowly. She rolls her waist against me in a way that drives me mad. My other hand fists her hair-not hard, but firm enough to tilt her head to the side.
Her body tenses for a moment before yielding to my touch, and the sensation of sliding into her from behind steals every sense left in me. All that clouds my mind is her perfect body as she takes all of me. She presses her left cheek against the wall, letting out muffled moans, which is enough to send a shiver through me.
The tightness of her pussy, and the heat in between, is overwhelming and consuming. My hands grip her hips, guiding her back against me with a rhythm that grows more desperate with every passing second.
“Faster, please,” her voice calls out to me, and I move according to her command.
Her nails scrape against the wall, her breathing ragged as she matches my movements.
“You drive me insane.”
She responds by pressing back harder, her breath coming in gasps that match the frantic beat of my own. Each movement feels like both punishment and reward, the line between anger and need blurring until I can’t tell the difference anymore.
“Hiram,” she moans my name as I feel her legs tremble against me.
Her breaths come in short bursts, her body tightening as she succumbs to the intensity of the moment. The sensation of her warm release coating my length sends a jolt through me, which nearly gets me off.
I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her hips as I push into her one last time before pulling out abruptly. She gasps, her cheeks still pressed to the wall, her legs wobbling beneath her.
My hands reach for hers, spinning her around before she can catch her breath. Her flushed face, parted lips, and dazed eyes fuel the fire in me, pushing me to take her again.
Gently, I push her back to the wall, and before she can say a word, I grip her thighs and lift her. Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist, her arms looping around my neck. I don’t give her a moment to steady herself; I press forward, filling her again in one fluid motion.
The sound that escapes her lips is pure bliss, and I swallow it with a kiss-hungry, demanding, and all-consuming. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as I press her against the wall, using the leverage to drive deeper and harder into her warm, wet core. Each thrust is a release of the frustration and desire that’s been boiling inside me.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging sharply, and I groan into her mouth before breaking the kiss. But my mouth doesn’t stop. It trails down her jaw, then her neck, grazing slightly over it, but I’m careful not to bite too hard. She arches against me; her back curving beautifully as her body matches my rhythm, pulling me in deeper.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” My voice comes out rough, causing her legs to tighten around me.
She clings to me, her body trembling again as she reaches her peak for a second time. Her release coats my length beautifully as she pants breathlessly.
She throws her head back against the wall, her lips parted, and her breathing uneven. The sight of her-flushed, utterly unraveled-fuels the fire burning inside me. My grip tightens on her thighs as I press one last deep thrust into her, holding her there as she shudders, the aftershocks pulsing around me.
Her hands fist my hair as if to pull me closer, but I shift back, sliding out of her with a deliberate slowness that makes her whimper. Her arms loosen from my neck as I carry her to the couch.
I drop onto the cushions, taking her with me. She straddles me, her knees pressing into the sides of my thighs as her hands clutch my shoulders. Her dress hangs in tatters, barely clinging to her body, the ripped fabric exposing more skin than it covers.
I grab the ruined material and yank it away entirely, leaving her bare before me. My hands trail up her sides, rough and impatient, claiming every inch of her as she rocks against me, coating my belly with her fluids. Then I lift her slightly, placing her on my cock, which is still hard as hell.
She smirks breathlessly, her hair falling in a wild mess around her face.
“You love what I do to you.” Her words are still a slur, but I believe she is very much aware of her actions.
I grip her tighter and thrust up into her, earning a sharp cry as her body welcomes me again. Her nails dig into my chest, and she tilts her head back, exposing her neck. I cannot resist, so my lips meet her neck as she starts to move, her hips rolling in a rhythm that drives me insane.
Her tiny hands slide up my chest and curl around the back of my neck, pulling me close until her lips brush my ear.
“You’re still mad, aren’t you?” she teases, mischief dancing in her tone.
I answer with a hard thrust that makes her gasp. Then my hands spread across her back, pulling her closer to me.
She meets my intensity with her own, her hips moving faster, and desperate. I shift, planting my feet firmly against the floor. Then I grab her thighs, lifting her slightly to take her deeper. Her cries drive deep into my mind, sending me into overdrive.
Her lips crash against mine, her kiss hot and unrelenting, stealing what little composure I have left.
Her movements grow frantic, the roll of her hips grinding against me in perfect rhythm. Her breath is ragged against my ear, each moan spilling out like a plea, fueling the fire raging between us. My grip on her hips tightens as I thrust upward with her nails clawing into my shoulders as her body trembles.
The pressure builds within her, and her walls clench around me.
Her eyes meet mine for a fleeting second, glazed with lust and surrender, before her body shudders. She throws her head back; her scream breaking free as her release floods over me for the third time. The sight of her unraveling, the sound of her cries-it sends me spiraling, and I feel my core clench.
I grip her thighs, driving into her harder until I finally shatter with her name, escaping my lips in a low growl. Then I let go at once, pulling her up from me as my cum shoots up, coating her back. She crashes down onto me with a smirk, burying her face in my chest.