CHAPTER 145: ONE LAST TIME

But it wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

Time was slipping away, a ticking clock in her chest.

She pushed herself up on trembling arms, legs shaking beneath her.

Her body protested... muscles burning, thighs weak from being used so thoroughly... but the hunger gnawed deeper, a desperate need to hold onto him, to carve him into her before reality shattered everything.

Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping as she moved, the raw ache between her thighs a pulsing reminder of his claim, the sticky warmth still dripping down her skin.

Alex watched, eyes narrowing with dark curiosity.

"Lila..." His voice held a warning, low and dangerous.

She reached for his hand, fingers wrapping around his wrist, her touch trembling but determined.

"Lie down," she said, voice hoarse but steady, a spark of defiance in her glassy eyes.

His eyebrow arched, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Please." She tugged him toward the bed, her pulse racing with a hunger that drowned out the ache. "I need... I need more."

For a moment, he didn’t move. Just studied her with those unreadable eyes.

Then slowly... deliberately... he let her guide him back to the bed.

He lay down, arms folded behind his head, watching her with a mixture of amusement and dark satisfaction.

"My little bitch dying for another ride already?" he taunted, voice rough with satisfaction and disbelief, a smirk curling his lips.

"Yes," she breathed, climbing over him on shaky legs, the cool sheets kissing her sweat-slick knees.

Her eyes locked on his, a silent plea burning in their depths... more, before it’s gone.

"I need you again." Her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of her exertion, the musky scent of their mingled sweat clinging to the air.

She straddled his hips, her hand wrapping around his cock... still slick, already hardening beneath her touch. She stroked him slowly, reverently, as if memorizing every ridge, every pulse.

This might be the last time.

Leaning down, her tongue flicked out, licking him clean... once, twice... tasting their combined essence, a sharp tang that made her shiver.

Mine. Even if just for tonight. Mine.

The taste of them together... salt and musk and something primal... seared into her memory like a brand. She’d remember this. Every texture. Every sound. Every second.

"Fuck, Lila..." His hips jerked involuntarily, a low groan escaping him.

She positioned herself over him, his tip pressing against her entrance, and held there, their eyes locking in a suspended moment.

Her heart pounded, a wild rhythm of need and fear.

Then she sank down.

All the way.

Taking him completely in one brutal thrust.

"AANGHHH... FUCK...!" The cry ripped from her throat, raw and guttural, a primal sound that trembled with the shock of pain and pleasure colliding

Her body shuddered, walls clenching around his thickness as he filled her to the brim, the relentless intrusion forcing her to feel every inch... every vein, every pulse... carving into her like a blade through silk.

Her thighs quaked, slick with sweat and their mingled fluids, her vision blurring as the intensity threatened to unravel her.

Too much... too perfect... Her nails dug into his chest, leaving red crescents, as she fought to anchor herself against the overwhelming fullness.

But she didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

She lifted up and slammed back down, setting a desperate, punishing pace, each movement driving him deeper, fusing them together.

"God... yes... yes..." The words tumbled out with each thrust, broken and breathless.

She rode him like she was trying to fuse them together... like she could carve him so deep into her body he’d never leave.

Each downward thrust sent shockwaves through her core, the friction almost unbearable, pleasure and pain blurring until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

"Look at you," he growled, hands gripping her hips, helping her move. "Insatiable little whore. Can’t get enough."

"Never... " She gasped, her nails digging into his chest, leaving red crescents. "Never enough..."

Her thighs burned, muscles screaming in protest, but she kept going... faster, harder, chasing something she couldn’t name.

"That’s it," he growled, hands gripping her hips harder. "Ride my cock. Show me how desperate you are."

She braced her hands on his chest, nails digging in, and rode him with abandon.

Up and down. Up and down. Each thrust driving him deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside that made her vision blur.

"Alex... God... Alex..."

His name became a chant, a prayer, a desperate plea all at once.

The pressure built again... impossibly fast, impossibly intense... coiling tight in her belly.

"You gonna come again?" His thumb found her clit, circling roughly. "Greedy little slut wants more?"

"Yes... please... please... "

"Then take it." His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her down until their lips were inches apart. "Come all over my cock. Show me how much you need this."

The orgasm hit like lightning.

She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure exploded through her... white-hot and devastating.

Her body convulsed, clenching around him rhythmically, riding out wave after wave.

"Fuck... yes..." Alex groaned beneath her, hips thrusting up to meet hers, his own release building.

His grip tightened, fingers digging into her hips as he chased his edge, his breaths ragged, eyes heavy with lust.

She was still shaking, still coming, her vision whiting out, lungs burning for air, when...

Footsteps in the hallway. Heavy. Fast. Close.

Too close.

But she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t...

BANG.

The door exploded inward, slamming against the wall with a crash that echoed through the apartment. The doorknob punched through the drywall.

Lila’s head whipped around, her orgasm dying in an instant, her body freezing mid-motion.

And there, standing in the doorway, chest heaving with rage and betrayal, was Mike.

His eyes locked on them... on her, naked and straddling his best friend, still impaled on Alex’s cock. her body trembling with the aftermath.

For one frozen, horrible moment, no one moved.

No one breathed.

Then Mike’s face twisted... shock giving way to fury so raw it was palpable.

"What the fuck..."