Page 76 of Ethan: The Untouchable CEO

The words barely settle before I pull her into me and press my lips to hers, deeper, harder, more insistent, cutting off anything else that could be said as the kiss takes over.

My hands find her waist, gripping, drawing her closer until I can feel every tremor in her body, while her fingers thread into my hair, tightening, pulling me toward her as her hips grind against mine in a desperate, searching rhythm that makes every breath she takes break unevenly against my mouth.

“Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“You,” she whispers, breathless, almost shaking. “Please, Ethan.”

I tilt my head, my lips grazing the sensitive line of her neck before trailing down her collarbone, taking my time, feeling the way her body reacts to every inch of contact.

“Fuck, I love it when you beg,” I murmur, my voice rough, full of need, my fingers keeping her pressed against me, the friction sending a surge through my body that pushes my control to its limit.

“I need you to tell me you want this, Thalia,” I say, forcing myself to slow down, because I know exactly how much she wants me, but I crave to hear it again.

She nods faintly, her hand sliding down, finding my cock. I’m already hard, already straining, and the moment her fingers wrap around it, heat spikes through my body, sharp and undeniable.

“No, I need your words,” I whisper, lowering my head, closing my mouth over her nipple, drawing it in slowly.

“Yes, Ethan… I want you to fuck me,” she breathes. “Satisfied?”

“I’ll be satisfied when I’m balls deep inside you, Thalia,” I answer, my voice low and heavy with desire as I lift myself enough to grab her pants and drag them down in one decisive motion.

She’s bare underneath, and the sight alone ignites a fire deep in my stomach, an electric shiver running through me.

“Fuck,” I groan, barely holding back.

I grab her top with both hands, the fabric warm from her skin, and she lifts for me to strip it off quickly, exposing her completely, her body reacting instantly under my touch—soft, heated, her curves pulling me in.

She doesn’t hesitate either, stretching toward me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my pants and tugging them down without patience, the boldness in the movement sending another surge through me.

“Impatient, are we?” I ask, a laugh slipping out as my pulse pounds in my ears.

She meets my gaze, her eyes dark, hungry, and the tension between us grows, every brush of her skin magnetic, every breath dragging me closer to the edge.

I lower myself over her again, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss, and she wraps her legs around my waist, locking me in place, pulling me closer.

“Please touch me,” she whispers, her thighs pressing and sliding against me, restless, urgent.

I chuckle softly, curling my hand around my cock and dragging the tip slowly over her clit, teasing, and the reaction is instant—she moans, her head falling back into the pillows, her entire body trembling into mine.

“The door to the terrace isn’t completely closed, you know that, right?” I say, the hint of amusement still there.

“I don’t really care right now, Ethan,” she answers without hesitation, pulling me back into another kiss.

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again—there’s no one like her. No restraint, no hesitation, completely consumed by what she feels, all her movements, all her sounds a confession she doesn’t even try to hide.

“You really don’t care?” I ask, a low edge creeping into my voice.

And then I push into her in one single thrust.

Fully.

The sound that tears out of her is raw, loud, impossible to ignore, echoing through the room in a way that would carry straight out onto the terrace if anyone were close enough to hear.

“Jesus,” I breathe, pressing my lips to hers, swallowing part of those sounds. “I love your sounds, kitten… but I want them only for me.”

Her body convulses around me, her movements aligning with mine, her reactions feeding the heat building between us until it becomes overwhelming.

I’ve never felt anything like this. This absurd chemistry.