His head lowered, lips brushing down my torso with torturous slowness. Every inch of skin he passed over burned hotter than the last. He kissed beneath my navel, his fingers tracing down my sides, ghosting lightly, almost mockingly.

Then—he paused.

He looked up at me.
Eyes dark.
Hungry.
Commanding.

“I want to hear you say it,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding so loudly it felt like it echoed in my ears.

“Phi… I want you inside me.”

He smirked like he’d been waiting for exactly that.

“Good boy,” he said, voice low, rich, almost affectionate—but it was laced with control.

He reached under the bed, pulling out a small bottle of lube from the drawer, clearly having come prepared. That realization alone made my cheeks flush harder.

He slicked his fingers and brought them to my entrance, circling gently. My breath hitched, body tensing instinctively.

“Relax,” he whispered, eyes never leaving mine. “Let me take care of you.”

The first finger slipped in slowly, carefully, letting me adjust.
I gasped—not from pain, but from the sheer intimacy of it. His finger curved deliberately, brushing something inside me that made my toes curl.

He chuckled. “There it is.”

He added another, scissoring me open with slow, thorough precision. My wrists still bound above my head, I had no way to ground myself but to arch against the mattress, breath ragged, hips twitching toward him.

When he was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers—leaving me empty and desperate.

And then—

He positioned himself.

I could feel the blunt head of his cock nudging at me, teasing just at the edge of where I wanted—needed—him most.

He leaned down, placing one hand beside my head, the other wrapping around my thigh and lifting it.

“You ready?” he asked, voice low but sincere.

I nodded quickly. “Yes. Please. Phi—please.”

He pushed in.

Slowly.
Inch by inch.
Stretching me. Filling me.

My eyes rolled back as the pressure built, sharp at first, then overwhelming, then—

Perfect.

He didn’t move right away. He stayed buried deep inside me, letting me adjust, letting me feel the weight of him, the fullness. My legs shook.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed, voice strained.

When he finally moved, it was slow at first—controlled thrusts, deep and deliberate, dragging his length along every nerve-ending inside me. Each push knocked the air from my lungs, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that spilled from my lips.

Whines. Gasps. Moans.

“You hear yourself?” he said darkly, picking up his pace. “You’re begging with every breath.”

I couldn’t deny it. I was loud. Shameless. Every thrust had me unraveling, shaking, mouth open in wordless desperation.

He leaned down and untied my hands, but the moment they were free, he caught both wrists again and pinned them above my head—this time with just one hand.

“Still mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” I gasped. “All yours—Phi, I’m—”

His other hand reached between us, wrapping around my cock again.

“Come for me.”

That command, paired with the relentless rhythm of his hips and his tight grip, sent me over the edge. I cried out—loud, broken, eyes squeezed shut as I came hard, spilling across my own chest, muscles clenching violently around him.

He cursed under his breath, losing rhythm for just a moment.

And then he fucked me through it—fast, deep, desperate now.

“I’m gonna—fuck—” he growled.

I was too far gone to respond, still shaking from my own orgasm.

With a final hard thrust, he buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural moan—his breath hot against my neck, body trembling above me.

We stayed like that for a moment.
Panting.
Sweaty.
Completely undone.

Then he finally pulled out carefully, watching me closely. I whimpered at the loss.

“You okay?” he asked, voice gentler now, brushing my hair away from my face.

I nodded, eyes fluttering open, too exhausted to speak.

He leaned down and kissed me again—soft this time. Not claiming. Just… warm.

“I’ll clean you up,” he murmured.

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He returned with a warm towel, his expression softened but eyes still dark with want. He gently wiped the mess from my stomach, his fingers grazing my skin in a way that made me flinch—not from discomfort, but oversensitivity.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, voice low, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

“You ruined me,” I whispered back, cheeks still flushed, body still tingling and my eyes refusing to meet his.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my jawline. “Not yet.”

Before I could process the words, he was kissing me again. Slow. Hungry. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into it. My limbs still felt weak, but that didn’t stop the spark that reignited in my chest—and lower.

I whimpered into the kiss as I felt him growing hard again against my thigh.

Again?

He pulled back slightly, his lips swollen, his pupils blown wide. “You can still take it, right?”

“I—I don’t know,” I whispered, half-dazed, but already aching again. “Phi…”

He smiled, wicked. “You’ll beg again. I’ll make sure of it.”

He didn’t wait this time.

He pushed me back flat against the bed, spreading my legs, already slicking his fingers again. He slid one inside easily, my body still loose and warm from the first round.

“You’re still open for me,” he said, voice laced with possessive pride. “Fuck, North.”

I shivered at the way he said my name.

“Let’s see how much more you can take.”

His fingers pushed deeper this time, curving up again, drawing a shaky moan from me. Then another finger joined. The stretch made me clench involuntarily, but he didn’t slow.

“You can take more,” he growled. “You’re mine.”

His hand slid back to my waist, positioning himself again. He didn’t tease this time. He pushed in hard—one deep, fluid motion that made me cry out.

“Phi—!”

He groaned low against my throat. “Still tight… but now you’re ready for it.”

This round wasn’t slow.
It was urgent.
Desperate.
Feral.

He slammed into me with rhythmic, brutal precision. Every thrust knocked the breath from my lungs. The sound of skin against skin filled the room—wet, loud, obscene.

My nails dug into his back, scratching, needing something to hold onto. His name spilled from my lips in broken cries.

“You love being fucked like this,” he hissed into my ear. “You fucking love it.”

I nodded frantically, not even trying to hide it.

“Yes—Phi, yes—!”

He grabbed my thigh and pushed it up higher, angling me just right—and then—

“Ah—!”
He hit that spot again. And again. Merciless. Precise.

“I can feel you clenching,” he panted. “You’re going to come just like this, aren’t you?”

“Don’t—don’t stop,” I begged, tears spilling now. “Please—Phi, don’t stop—”

He growled, biting down on my shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to mark.

His hips slammed into mine, his cock dragging perfectly with each thrust, his rhythm brutal and fast.

I was unraveling again. Too fast.

“I—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he demanded. “Come while I’m still inside you. Come again.”

And I did.

Harder than before. My entire body tensed, my toes curled, my thighs shook violently as I came untouched, screaming his name into the sheets. I was gone. Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but him.

But he wasn’t done.

Even as I came, he kept thrusting—riding it out, forcing me through the overstimulation, until I was gasping, twitching beneath him.

“Phi—too much—”

“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of it.”

And then with one final thrust, deep and punishing, he came again—buried inside me, growling against my neck as his hips jerked and stilled.

We stayed like that, tangled, shaking, breathing hard against each other.

His body collapsed on top of mine, sweat-slicked skin against skin. The weight of him grounded me. The warmth of his breath on my collarbone sent a different kind of chill through me.

“You okay?” he asked eventually, voice hoarse, hand reaching up to brush my hair back again.

I nodded, too wrecked to speak. But I managed a whisper:

“I want to stay like this…”

He chuckled softly, brushing a kiss to my cheek.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

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Author's note-

Well north did say in the first chapter he was waiting for yk a good package.

He asked I served....

Fck I am so embarrassed... author will now scream inside the blanket brb.