All Is Fair: A Trent Alexander-Arnold x Kylian Mbappé x Original Character Erotic Series.
18+ Minors DNI
Chapter 6
Rosa was somewhat accustomed to how things worked with Kylian. Much like her first visit to him in Madrid, she found herself left to her own devices in his sprawling Monaco home while he attended scheduled meetings.
Later that evening, she was supposed to attend a launch event for a tech company in which he owned shares and for which he served as the public face. However, an unexpected storm rolled in across the Mediterranean in the early afternoon, forcing the event to be postponed. As a result, Kylian and Rosa would instead spend their evening in the comfort of his home.
Although both were satisfied with the change in plans, it also meant they had to make their own dinner arrangements.
“I don't want to eat anywhere fancy,” Rosa said with a gentle smile, her warm eyes locking with Kylian's across the expanse of the plush sofa. Outside, a torrent of rain drummed steadily against the sleek, panoramic glass window stretching across one wall of Kylian’s elegant Monaco home, creating a soothing backdrop to their conversation.
The light inside flickered softly, casting a cozy glow that highlighted the soft contours of her face, as the storm outside raged on, creating an atmosphere that felt both secluded and enchanting.
“That's a challenge, we're in Monaco,” Kylian pointed out teasingly, his accented voice thick and deep as he melted into the sofa.
“Can we order in?” Rosa asked, a slight caution in her voice. “Unless you were set on going out for dinner.”
“Ordering in is fine,” Kylian smirked, his gaze lingering on Rosa as she settled deeper into the plush sofa.
Even without makeup, her natural beauty shone through—her hair pulled back in a bun, dressed casually in a zip-front cardigan and baggy jeans, she was just as alluring as when she was all dressed up. He took in the slight peek of cleavage visible just above the zipper, a knowing warmth blooming in his chest.
“What kind of food are you feeling tonight?” he asked, pushing himself up from the deep cushions. “I know a few places that deliver everything from sushi to Italian. Or we could get something else?” He walked towards the large flatscreen television mounted on the wall, picking up a remote control.
“Is pizza okay? I know you have to watch what you eat because…”
“Pizza is good,” Kylian chuckled, the sound deep and warm filling the spacious living room. He walked back towards the sofa, but instead of sitting, he leaned down, supporting himself with one hand on the armrest, bringing his face closer to hers—a hint of something playful gleaming in his eyes.
“Can you do something for me?” he drawled, his lips just a breath away from Rosa's as she nodded in silent agreement. “Stop overthinking everything.”
Before Rosa had the chance to form a response, Kylian bowed his head, pressing a feverish kiss to her mouth.
Kylian’s lips found Rosa’s with a soft, warm pressure, a feverish kiss that deepened immediately as he tilted his head. The rain outside continued its steady rhythm against the glass, a private serenade to the moment. He moved his free hand, letting it rest gently on the side of her neck, his thumb tracing the delicate line of her jaw.
Rosa’s fingers, almost instinctively, curled around his biceps, feeling the firm muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. A soft, delighted sigh escaped her as their lips parted, and she gazed up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with a playful warmth that mirrored his own.
“Come and sit with me,” Kylian murmured, nodding his head toward the end of the soft sofa he had just stood from.
Rosa’s lips curved into a soft smile as Kylian pulled back slightly, his eyes holding hers with a playful invitation. Her fingers, still resting on his bicep, tightened almost imperceptibly as his gaze encouraged her. She let out a soft, pleased breath, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on her mouth. Kylian’s hand left her neck, tracing a gentle path down her arm before his fingers curled around her wrist, his touch light and guiding.
“Come here,” Kylian said, his voice a low, warm murmur as he tugged gently. He moved to the very end of the plush sofa, settling back against the cushions and extending one arm along the backrest, clearly inviting her into the space beside him.
The rain outside continued its rhythmic drumming, a soft, consistent sound against the expansive glass.
Rosa shifted on the sofa, her posture relaxing further as she scooted closer, closing the small distance between them.
She tucked her legs beneath her as she turned fully towards him, settling comfortably into the curve of his body, her side pressed gently against his as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweats so they could order in.
Rosa leaned her head against Kylian's shoulder, her gaze fixed on the screen of his phone as he scrolled through various pizza options. "What are you leaning towards?" she asked, her voice soft and melodious, a contentment evident in her tone. The rhythmic patter of rain against the window provided a soothing counterpoint to the quiet hum of their conversation.
"Maybe a Margherita with some extra basil," Kylian replied, turning his phone slightly so she could see the images more clearly. His arm, still along the backrest, brushed her side gently. "Or perhaps something a little more adventurous?"
Rosa hummed thoughtfully, her eyes scanning the descriptions. "Truffle oil sounds good. But then again, a classic Margherita could be good too, and I really want dessert." She shifted slightly as she read through the menu, feeling the warmth of his body beside her.
“Get both,” Kylian said simply, a relaxed ease in his voice. He continued to scroll, his finger moving over the screen of his phone, then paused on a picture of a decadent, chocolate cake.
Rosa’s dark eyes widened slightly as she followed his gaze to the image. A soft, pleased smile spread across her face. “Oh, that looks so good, but you have to share it with me. I can't be the only pigging out and indulging.”
“Deal,” Kylian laughed. “Ice cream?”
“Now you're being bad,” Rosa giggled.
Kylian’s laughter echoed softly in the room, a warm, resonant sound. "Being bad can be fun sometimes," he countered, a playful glint in his eyes as he held her gaze.
He tapped his finger on the phone screen, adding the ice cream to their order, a rich chocolate fudge flavor appearing at the top of the list. "And besides, you said you wanted to indulge. This is just taking you at your word." He then completed the order, placing the phone face down on the cushion between them.
He shifted slightly, turning his body more fully towards Rosa, his arm, which had been resting along the back of the sofa, now gently encircled her shoulders, drawing her a little closer.
The scent of her hair, a subtle mix of floral and fresh, reached him. "So, no more overthinking, hmm? Just good food and good company." His thumb began to absentmindedly caress her arm, a comforting rhythm building between them.
The gentle drumming of rain against the window pane outside remained a steady, soothing backdrop, amplifying the intimate atmosphere within Kylian's spacious living room. He leaned his head closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Unless you have a better idea for how to spend this rainy evening?"
Kylian's touch was light, yet possessive, as his fingers began to play with the zipper of her cardigan, the small metal pull brushing against her skin. He didn't rush, letting the sensation linger, a slow exploration that hinted at deeper desires.
He watched her for a moment, a silent question in his eyes, before his gaze drifted lower, to the slight hint of cleavage that peeked from beneath the fabric. He traced the line with his thumb, his touch warm and deliberate.
Slipping his hand into the buttery material of her cardigan, Kylian's hand cupped Rosa’s breast, her nipple instantly pebbling beneath his warm palm.
Rosa’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips as Kylian’s warm palm enveloped her breast, her nipple tightening at the sudden contact. A shiver, both pleasure and anticipation, ran through her.
“No bra?” Kylian mused, a look of appreciation for her decision crossing his features as he came to the realization she was completely bare beneath her cardigan.
“No bra,” Rosa confirmed softly, a playful glimmer in her dark eyes as she tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. A low, pleased sigh escaped her throat, a nearly silent sound that vibrated through the air between them.
Kylian's thumb continued its rhythmic caress across the warm curve of her breast, circling the now firm peak of her nipple, drawing another soft sigh from her.
“Smart girl,” Kylian murmured, his voice a low, husky rumble that seemed to wrap around her. A small smile played on his lips, an unspoken appreciation for her comfort with him.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her temple, the scent of his cologne subtle and masculine. His fingers began to inch the small metal zipper of her cardigan further down, a slow, deliberate movement that revealed the expanse of her chest. The top of the garment began to part, inviting his gaze.
He continued his gentle motion, slowly unzipping the cardigan until it fell open, revealing her completely. Kylian's eyes darkened slightly as they took in the sight, a quiet reverence in his expression as he looked at her.
He shifted his weight, his knee brushing against her thigh, sending a jolt of warmth through her. The rhythmic patter of rain outside remained their only witness, a tranquil soundtrack to their intimacy.
“Beautiful,” Kylian breathed, his eyes tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, then lower, to the soft swell of her breasts. His hand, still cupping her, moved to match his gaze, his fingers lightly brushing over the gentle curve, exploring the soft skin.
He leaned back against the plush cushions of the sofa, his hands finding her hips as he pulled her into his lap. Kylian settled back into the plush cushions, his hands finding Rosa’s hips as he gently pulled her into his lap. The movement was fluid, her body easily accommodating to straddle him on the soft sofa.
“Take this off,” Kylian murmured lowly, his eyes fixed on the fabric of her cardigan. His long, strong fingers, still on her hips, gave a gentle squeeze, a clear suggestion in the touch. He waited, his gaze warm and inviting, as the faint sounds of the Monaco rain continued their soft drum against the vast windowpanes.
Rosa's hands went to the open cardigan without hesitation, her fingers deftly grasping the edges of the soft garment. A warm, pleasing blush spread across her cheeks as she pulled the sleeves off her arms, the fabric sliding away to reveal her bare shoulders and the full curve of her breasts to his appreciative gaze.
Kylian’s hands moved slowly as they found Rosa's hips, their eyes locked in a lustful daze as a silence settled between them.
Kylian’s fingers, still on Rosa’s hips, began to trace the curve of her waist, then moved down to the gentle swell of her jeans-clad thighs. "That's better," he said, his voice a low, throaty whisper, his gaze still fixed on her face, a warm smile playing on his lips. His thumbs caressed the denim-covered skin, making small, possessive circles. "You look good when you're comfortable."
He leaned forward slightly, closing the small gap between their torsos. The rain outside continued its gentle patter, creating a soothing rhythm as he reached up, his fingers sliding into her hair, gently loosening the bun she had.
Her dark tresses cascaded around her shoulders, framing her face. He paused, admiring the newly freed expanse, then drew her head gently forward until her lips met his in another slow, lingering kiss that deepened with a tender possessiveness.
Kylian’s tongue slowly, sensuously, explored the soft interior of her mouth, intertwining with hers in a dance of warm sensation. As their lips parted, Rosa let out a soft, contented sigh as she caught his bottom lip between her teeth.
“I want you naked,” he snarled as she released his lip, his hand that lay resting on her back inching lower and lower until it slipped into the back of her jeans.
Just then the sound of Kylian's bell rang through the house, signaling the arrival of their dinner as his hand paused in its exploration.
“Our pizza,” Kylian groaned, making Rosa giggle as she crawled from his lap, reaching for her cardigan so she could pull it back on.
Kylian chuckled, running a hand through his hair in mock frustration as he watched her slip back into her cardigan. "I guess we can’t ignore the pizza forever," he said, his tone playful despite the disappointment in his voice.
Rosa stood, her cheeks flushed with warmth from their intimate moment, and walked toward the living room entryway. "I’ll get it," she offered, her voice brightening as she moved away from him.
“Let me help you,” Kylian said, rising from the couch and following behind her. He couldn't help but take in her petite yet curvaceous body as she walked ahead of him, the way her waist cinched and her hips flared, curving into the most perfect ass that possessed a natural jiggle with each step she took.
Kylian reached the front door first, his broad shoulders easily filling the frame as he held it open. A fresh scent of rain mingled with the aroma of hot pizza wafted into the house. “Mmm, smells good,” he murmured, a pleased smile lighting his face as the delivery person handed over the large, warm boxes. He paid quickly, his movements efficient.
As Rosa turned to walk away from the door, she stopped in her tracks for a fraction of a second as the normalcy of the moment hit—an intimate normalcy.
Rosa’s gaze lingered on Kylian, a familiar ease settling over her as he handled the pizza. The scent of hot dough and simmering sauce began to fill the entryway, mixing with the clean smell of rain. A sudden, unexpected warmth spread through her chest, not from the pizza, but from the simple, shared act of accepting their dinner. This routine, this comfortable intimacy, felt profoundly normal. It was a sensation she usually kept at a distance, a soft, domestic hum that buzzed just beneath her carefully constructed life.
Her usual lightness, her playful banter, faded as a quietness settled over her. The easy smile that had been on her lips softened, then vanished, replaced by a thoughtful, almost distant expression. She felt herself withdrawing, a subtle shift that Kylian might not notice, but which felt significant to her.
"Do you want to eat here, or should we go back to the living room?" Kylian asked, balancing the boxes with practiced ease, his voice cutting through the sudden stillness around her. He moved towards the large, open space.
Rosa’s mind raced, a sudden jolt of apprehension piercing through the warmth she had just experienced. This feeling, this genuine contentment, was exactly what she had chosen to avoid. Her profession as an escort was a shield, a means to control her financial freedom and, more importantly, her emotional landscape. It allowed her to engage without entanglement, to experience pleasures without the risk of deeper, more vulnerable feelings. To feel this relaxed, this safe with Kylian, was a disquieting sensation, a dangerous crack in her carefully built defenses.
"Living room sounds good," Rosa managed, her voice a little softer than before. She followed him, her steps slightly heavier as she internally wrestled with the burgeoning sense of a true connection. The easy warmth, the shared laughter, the uncomplicated touch – it all felt too real. Too close to the heart, a place she rarely permitted access.
She moved back to the plush sofa, her eyes scanning the room as if seeing it for the first time, noting the soft lighting, the inviting cushions. The space, Kylian's space, now held a newfound, almost overwhelming sense of security for her.
"Would you like something to drink?" Kylian offered, his expression still calm. "Water, wine, or juice…," he trailed off, waiting for her answer.
“Water is fine, thank you,” Rosa replied softly, still trying to make sense of her fragmented emotions and the thoughts that swirled in her mind.
Kylian nodded, a slight curve to his lips as he moved towards the large, open-plan kitchen. The soft clinking of ice against glasses filled the spacious room and filtered from the kitchen. He returned a moment later, holding two tall tumblers, their surfaces beaded with condensation. He presented one to Rosa with a gentle smile, the other he held himself.
“For you,” Kylian said, his voice warm and inviting as he offered the water. He settled back onto the sofa, but this time he sat slightly more upright, leaving a comfortable space beside him. He opened one of the pizza boxes, and the rich aroma of melted cheese, rich tomato, and fresh basil immediately filled the air around them. Steam rose in delicate wisps from the golden-brown stone-baked crust.
Rosa accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against his. The coolness of the water was a welcome contrast to the warmth lingering in her cheeks. She took a slow sip, letting the crisp liquid calm her throat. Her gaze followed Kylian's movements as he effortlessly navigated the large pizza box, pulling out a slice with his fingers.
Rosa was slow to begin eating, her appetite dulled by her thoughts as Kylian ate beside her. Reaching into the box, she carefully pulled out a slice of pizza bringing it to her mouth.
As they dined Kylian grabbed the remote and put on a movie, the latest installment to the Avengers franchise acting as background noise as they ate dinner in the comfort of Kylian's living room.
The sun had begun its descent by the time Kylian pushed the empty pizza boxes aside. He reached for the remote again, pausing the superhero film. Rosa watched him, her hand still around her cold glass of water. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her as the comfortable silence resumed.
“That was good, thank you,” Rosa said, her voice soft, eyes momentarily fixed on the glass in her hand. She took another slow sip, letting the coolness linger on her tongue. The rain outside had eased slightly, yet still murmured a persistent beat against the windowpane. Her gaze lifted, meeting his, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them.
Kylian leaned back into the sofa, turning his head to look at her. “You’re welcome. Ready for dessert?” His eyes held a gentle inquiry, a warmth that seemed to reflect the soft lighting of the room. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her knee through the denim of her jeans. His touch was light, almost questioning.
Rosa’s breath caught, a delicate shiver running through her as his fingers brushed her knee. The easy warmth in his voice and the gentle caress felt like a soft invitation. She didn't respond immediately, instead taking a moment to finish her water, setting the glass down on the coffee table with a faint clink. The rain outside seemed to slow, becoming a whisper rather than a drum.
“Dessert sounds good,” Rosa finally said, a faint smile playing on her lips. She leaned back against the cushions, her body relaxing into the plush comfort of the sofa. Her gaze held his, a clear understanding passing between them. “But I think I need a minute before I dive back in.”
Kylian’s gaze followed Rosa, a quiet admiration in his eyes as she moved towards the kitchen. He watched her hips sway gently beneath the denim, a natural grace in her steps.
He picked up the remote for the television, his fingers idly brushing the cool plastic. The paused image on the screen, a superhero frozen mid-action, mocking the calm that settled around them.
Kylian placed the remote on the coffee table, a soft click echoing slightly in the spacious living room. He then rose from the sofa, his movements unhurried and fluid, a comfortable ease in his posture as he stood to his feet, slowly moving towards the kitchen.
“Need any help?” Kylian asked, leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, a relaxed demeanor emanating from him as he watched Rosa rummage through the kitchen.
“No, I can handle this part. I just need help eating it,” Rosa replied, glancing over her shoulder with a playful smile. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the ice cream, already familiar with the kitchen after being left alone in Kylian’s mansion all morning and afternoon.
Walking over to the cabinet where the bowls were kept, Kylian grabbed one before pulling two spoons from the cutlery drawer as Rosa removed the cake from its packaging.
Kylian watched as she took over, her nimble fingers carefully plating the cake before she grabbed the carton of ice cream so she could scoop some out and into the bowl.
Coming to stand behind her, his hands found purchase on her hips, his fingers brushing against the slither of skin between where the hem of her top ended and her jeans began.
A chill ran down the surface of Rosa's spine as she felt his warm breath fan out against the crease of her neck and she placed the two spoons into the bowl.
Kylian’s touch tightened on Rosa’s hips, a gentle, possessive grip that sent a pleasing warmth through her. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, a soft, deliberate contact that made the small hairs on her arms stand on end.
“Come with me,” Kylian murmured, his voice a low, warm vibration against her neck as he pulled her body away from the kitchen island as she picked up the bowl, so he could guide her body back into the living room.
Rosa felt a thrill of excitement ripple through her as Kylian led her back into the living room, the dim light casting a warm glow over the space. She clutched the bowl tightly, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting with the heat radiating from Kylian’s body.
Once they reached the plush sofa, Kylian settled back down, pulling her into his lap once more. Rosa’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of his body enveloping her. The bowl rested on her knees, and she took a moment to arrange herself comfortably, feeling Kylian’s hands slip around her waist, his touch a comfortable weight.
“Feed me,” Kylian instructed, his breath tickling her ear as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her skin. Rosa nodded, her pulse quickening at the nearness of him and the intimacy of his command.
She took the spoon and scooped up a generous portion of cake and ice cream, holding it up to Kylian’s lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he opened his mouth, taking the first bite, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
“Delicious,” he murmured, leaning back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers. “You have great taste.”
Rosa couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, her cheeks warming. “I aim to please,” she replied playfully, scooping another bite for herself.
“Oh my god,” Rosa gushed, her eyes rolling as she spooned a piece of cake into her mouth, bringing her dainty hand to her lips as she chewed behind it.
“It's good, no?” Kylian smirked.
Rosa’s dark eyes twinkled as she swallowed the sweet, rich cake, with a small smear of frosting on her lip. Her elegant fingers brought the delicate spoon up again, loading it with more of the decadent dessert. “You have excellent taste,” she purred, leaning back just a little more into his solid frame.
“It might be some of the best I've ever had,” Rosa blushed, slightly embarrassed by her reaction to the decadent dessert in Kylian’s presence.
“Somehow, I think you might be sweeter,” he drawled, a lustful energy filling the air between as their eyes met.
Rosa’s lips parted just slightly, a soft, breathless sound escaping her as his words hung in the air, wrapping around her with a warm intensity. The blush on her cheeks deepened, spreading subtly across her décolletage. Her dark eyes, usually so guarded, danced with a playful mixture of surprise and genuine delight, a warm, soft spark that met Kylian’s gaze directly.
“Oh, is that so?” she whispered, her voice a low, teasing murmur, the faint scent of chocolate and something distinctly him filling her senses. She leaned back against his solid form, the comfort of his body beneath her providing a soft anchor.
Her fingers, still holding the spoon, drew a small, delicate circle in the remaining ice cream in the bowl on her lap. “You’ll have to prove it, then,” she challenged, a hint of something more brazen in her tone now, but her eyes remained sweet and inviting. A small, confident smile played on her lips as she lifted the spoon, this time offering him a piece of the chocolate cake from which she had just eaten. She watched his eyes, anticipating his response.
Instead of offering her a worded response, Kylian removed the bowl from her hands, placing it down on the coffee table in front of them, before standing with Rosa in his arms. “I need you in my bed, now,” he growled.
Kylian’s arms were strong and steady as he lifted Rosa, the sudden movement causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his waist, her soft jeans rustling against his sweats. Her hands clasped around his neck, fingers brushing the short hairs at his nape.
A faint gasp escaped her lips, quickly replaced by a soft, warm breath as he held her close. The chocolate ice cream and cake, momentarily forgotten.
"Bed sounds perfect," Rosa whispered, her voice a purr against his ear, a clear invitation in her tone. She nuzzled closer into his neck, inhaling the clean, masculine scent of his skin, a subtle blend of cologne and natural warmth. Her dark eyes, shining and expectant, met his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She felt a delicious anticipation flutter in her stomach.
Kylian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through Rosa’s body. "I thought you'd agree," he murmured, his grip firm and possessive on her thighs as he began to walk, carrying her effortlessly. Their path led away from the cozy living room, up the grand, sweeping staircase, and toward the hallway where the private chambers were located.
The soft patter of rain against the windows provided a muted rhythm to their measured steps. He moved with a confident stride, conveying both urgency and a controlled intensity.
He shifted her slightly higher in his arms, his cheek brushing against her hair. "We have all night," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, promising slow pleasures and lingering intimacy. As they neared the bedroom door, his gaze fell on her face, lingering on her parted lips. He took two more steps, carrying her over the threshold and into the softly lit bedroom.
The room was bathed in a warm glow from hidden lighting fixtures, illuminating the plush, kingsized bed adorned with crisp white linens. Kylian lowered her gently, setting her feet down until she stood before him, her body still flush against his.
"Just to make sure there are no more interruptions," Kylian said with a playful grin, his hand reaching out to the bedside table. His fingers efficiently found the remote for the smart home system, and with a soft click, the light in the hallway just outside the bedroom dimmed to darkness.
Then, another click, and the sound of the rain, previously so pervasive, faded to a mere murmur as the shutters on his windows rolled down, providing a soundproof barrier, sealing them within the intimate space of the room. He turned back to Rosa, his eyes warm and focused solely on her. "Now, where were we?"
Reaching for the cool metal of her zipper, Rosa pulled it down to reveal her body beneath, her nipples hardening almost instantly as she revealed herself to Kylian.
Kylian’s eyes, dark and heavy with desire, swept over Rosa as her fingers unzipped her cardigan. The slight tremor in her hands was a subtle invitation as the fabric parted, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin. Her nipples, already firm from his touch, now stood proudly, beckoning his gaze. A low growl rumbled in his chest, a sound of primal satisfaction.
"There it is," Kylian murmured, his voice a husky whisper, a raw edge to it that sent a shiver down Rosa's spine. His eyes held hers, a fierce possessiveness shining in their depths as he released her, allowing her to shrug the cardigan from her shoulders. It fell to the floor in a soft heap. He took a single step closer, his body radiating heat, his hands tracing the curves of her waist before settling on her hips. "Exactly where you belong."
He pulled her flush against his hard body, a soft groan escaping him as her full, soft breasts pressed against his chest. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her jeans, hooking into the denim and tugging at them with firm command. "And now for these," he added, his voice a low, demanding rumble against her ear as he leaned down, his warm breath fanning across her neck. A small smile touched his lips, a mixture of anticipation and undeniable control.
He loosened his grip on her hips, allowing his hands to slide down the curve of her glutes. He grasped the soft denim and firmly pushed them down, urging her to step out of the material. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her inner thighs as the jeans pooled around her ankles. His eyes devoured her, a fiery appreciation in their depths. "Let me see all of you." He gently nudged her with his knee, a silent command for her to step out of the remainder of her clothing.
As her jeans dropped to the floor, leaving her in only a delicate thong, Kylian’s gaze intensified. His eyes drifted over the smooth line of her belly to the subtle swell of her hips, then lower, lingering on the dark triangle of fabric that barely concealed the apex of her thighs. He reached out, his long fingers caressing the curve of her hip, then sliding around to cup her rounded buttock through the thin material. "Perfect," he breathed, his voice thick with unbridled desire.
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms again, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he hoisted her until her center was pressed against his hardness, even through their remaining clothes.
Kylian’s arms tightened around Rosa, holding her flush against him as she arched into his embrace. The thong, a mere wisp of fabric, offered no resistance as her hips tilted, rubbing against his cock. A low, throaty groan erupted from his chest, resonating deep within her as he pressed his lips to her temple.
“You‘re so fucking sexy,” Kylian murmured, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire. He began to sway slightly, a primal rhythm building between their bodies.
Gently placing Rosa on his soft bed, Kylian quickly removed his clothes before reaching for a condom from the nightstand.
Kylian’s eyes, burning with raw hunger, fixed on Rosa as he peeled the condom from its wrapper, the crinkle of the foil echoing faintly in the quiet room. He extended a hand, his fingers tracing a burning path from her knee up her thigh. She shivered, her gaze unwavering as he leaned in, his breath warm against her lips.
“Ready for me?” Kylian murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.
Rosa’s answer was a soft moan as she arched into his touch, her hips rising subtly. He didn’t wait for another verbal affirmation, pulling her closer, his lips finding hers in a deep, possessive kiss. As he rolled the condom onto himself, his free hand cradled her face, his thumb caressing her jawline.
He paused for a beat, a silent communion passing between their eyes, before he shifted, positioning himself between her legs. Rosa’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he pressed against her, the heat of his erection a searing brand against her slick skin.
With a deep, guttural groan, Kylian entered her, a slow, deliberate push that made her gasp. Her body clenched around him, a soft, welcoming embrace. He buried himself deep within her, holding still for a moment, letting them both adjust to the exquisite fullness. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect fit that resonated through every nerve ending.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Kylian growled into Rosa’s ear, his hands slipping from her hips to grip her thighs, pinning her legs to the bed as he subtly changed the angle of his strokes.
Kylian’s hips began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that coaxed soft sounds from Rosa. Each stroke was deep and full, drawing a shimmering slickness between their bodies. He watched her face intently, a possessive fire in his eyes, as her breath hitched with each thrust.
"You like that, ma chérie?" Kylian murmured, his French accent thickening with the effort, his voice husky. He bent closer, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me you want more."
His rhythm picked up, growing more urgent, the sounds of their skin slapping together filling the quiet room. Kylian’s hands moved from her thighs, sweeping up her sides, tracing the curve of her ribs before cupping her breasts. His thumbs circled her swollen nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
"Perfect," he grunted, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he felt her body clench around him with increasing intensity.
Sitting back on his thighs, Kylian’s strong hands swept beneath Rosa’s back, cradling her as he drew her body tightly against his, her lower half still deeply impaled. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin continued, a slick, intimate sound that filled the space between them. He lowered his mouth to her ear, the warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
“That’s it, ma belle,” he whispered, his French accent thick with lust. "Give yourself to me, fuck me back.”
Rosa’s back arched, her fingers digging gently into the smooth muscles of Kylian’s shoulders. A soft, breathless moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her hips instinctively rose to meet his thrusts, her body yielding to every powerful incursion.
The friction between them intensified, a delicious heat building in her core. Her chest heaved, her nipples, hard and taut, brushed against his chest as he pulled her closer.
"Oh fuck," Rosa breathed out, her voice a husky whisper, barely audible above the rhythmic sounds of their coupling. "Give it to me, all of it." She twisted slightly, grinding her hips into his, creating a deeper, more intimate contact.
A playful chuckle rumbled deep in her throat, even as her eyes fluttered shut, lost in the escalating sensations. The warm, musky scent of their mingled arousal filled her nostrils, a potent perfume that heightened her state.
Kylian’s mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing hot kisses that sent tremors through her. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his French accent even more pronounced now, his words a soft caress against her skin. He increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming more insistent, driving deeper with each plunge. Rosa’s fingers tightened on his shoulders, pulling him down, pressing her body even more firmly against his.
"Don't stop," Rosa gasped, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. Her hips bucked in a primal rhythm, urging him faster, demanding more of the delicious friction. “You're so deep.”
Kylian’s jaw tightened, a tremor running through his muscular frame as Rosa's hips bucked, a desperate invitation that he greedily accepted. His thrusts became a relentless rhythm, each powerful plunge driving him deeper, stretching her, filling her completely.
The scent of their mingled bodies was intoxicating, a sweet, heady perfume that filled his senses, heightening the raw pleasure of their connection. His eyes, burning with a primal intensity, fixed on her face, watching the subtle shifts in her expression, the way her lips parted to let out ragged gasps.
“You’re so perfect,” Kylian breathed, his voice a low growl of pure satisfaction as he felt her clench around him, milking every inch of his cock. His lips found her ear again, pressing hot kisses along the delicate curve. “Let me feel everything.”
He shifted slightly, lifting her hips a fraction higher, allowing for an even deeper penetration. The slick sounds intensified, a wet, rhythmic pulse that underscored their feverish exchange.
Kylian’s heavy breath warmed Rosa’s ear as he slowly pulled out, his form shifting above her. His hands moved with an easy grace, assisting her as she turned onto her stomach on the soft mattress.
The air, momentarily cool on her slick skin, was quickly replaced by the weight of his body pressing against her back. He repositioned himself, a low groan escaping his lips as his cock, still hard and throbbing, nudged insistently between the cheeks of her ass. Rosa, already warm and yielding, arched her back slightly, her hips pushing subtly upwards to guide him.
"Perfect," Kylian rasped, his voice a guttural sigh as he found her, plunging deep within her with a slow, deliberate thrust from behind. Her soft gasp vibrated against the pillow. The sensation was profoundly immersive, a new angle of intense pressure and fullness that radiated through her core.
Her hands instinctively flattened on the bed, her fingers curling into the sheets as he began to move, a gentle, pushing rhythm that was both firm and tender. The rhythmic thud of his hips against her backside filled the space, a primal drumbeat.
“This feels incredible,” Rosa breathed, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow, yet carrying a current of raw pleasure. She hummed softly, a throaty sound of pure contentment.
Noticing her sounds were muffled, Kylian reached for the pillow beneath her tossing it to the floor as he punctuated his disapproval with a slow deep thrust that made Rosa mewl in unadulterated pleasure. “I want to hear you,” he growled.
Rosa’s fingers tightened on the sheets, her arching back pressing more firmly into his rhythmic thrusts. A low groan rumbled from her throat, now unrestrained by the pillow, mingling with the wet sounds of their bodies. Kylian’s strong hands settled on her hips, anchoring her as he drove into her, each plunge deep and exquisitely full.
"That's right," Kylian whispered against her ear, his breath hot. "Moan for me." He pulled her back against him, eliciting a soft whine from her as he eased out slightly only to press back in, even deeper than before. The intense friction against her core sent a jolt of pleasure rippling through her body.
Rosa’s hips began to move of their own accord, a gentle sway that mirrored his insistent rhythm. A soft, breathless laugh escaped her lips, a sound of pure delight. "Baby," she murmured, her voice husky with arousal, as she pressed her backside further into him, inviting more.
Kylian shifted his weight, allowing his hips to grind harder against hers, generating an intoxicating pressure. "I can feel it." His hands slid from her hips, spanning her waist, pulling her even closer into his relentless motion. “You're going to cum.”
The muscles of Rosa’s belly tightened, a warmth spreading through her as the pressure built. She shivered, not from cold, but from the rising heat between their bodies. “Harder Kylian! Please don't stop,” she pleaded, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes.
Rosa’s body trembled, her "Oh, God, yes!" tearing past her lips, no longer restrained, as Kylian continued his relentless, driving rhythm. Her fingers dug deeper into the sheets, her hips bucking to meet each thrust, a frantic dance that mirrored his.
The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies became a frantic symphony in the room, underscored by her breathless pleas and soft moans. Her vision swam, blurred not by tears now, but by the overwhelming rush of sensation.
Kylian’s fingers tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against him, making her feel the full length of his cock with every plunge. He dipped his head lower, his lips finding the wet skin of her shoulder, tasting her desire.
"You are exquisite," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rumble. "Absolutely magnificent." His hips ground into her, sending shivers through her spine as she arched harder into him.
"More, please," Rosa panted, her voice cracking with the intensity of her climax building. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, a fine vibration starting deep within her core and spreading outwards.
She felt herself clench around him, a series of exquisite contractions that pulled a gasp from her and a deep groan from Kylian. Her head fell back, resting against his shoulder as the wave broke over her, a beautiful, shattering release that left her boneless and shimmering.
Kylian held her tight, his own body tensing, mirroring her release with a final, powerful thrust before he, too, found his release deep within her. He let out a long, satisfied sigh, his breath warm on her ear. "There it is," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
He remained inside her for a few lingering moments, their bodies still, the only sounds their ragged breaths slowing down in unison. A contented sigh escaped Rosa as he slowly began to withdraw, leaving her feeling deliciously stretched and fulfilled.
He pulled his body off hers, leaving a lingering warmth on her back before gently turning her over onto her back.
Rosa’s eyes drifted open, hazy with residual pleasure, meeting his gaze before her eyes dropped away from his and her cheeks warmed.
Clearing her throat, Rosa sat up in Kylian's bed, her body still humming with the remnants of her orgasm as she swung her shaky legs over the side and stood up under the watchful eye of Kylian.
“Where are you going?” he asked softly as he sat up in bed.
“Back to the guest room,” Rosa explained, her voice a little breathy, still tinged with the aftermath of pleasure. She took a step, feeling the softness of the thick rug beneath her bare feet. A faint, almost imperceptible blush colored her cheeks as she pulled a stray strand of hair away from her face.
Kylian rose from the bed, his movements fluid and unhurried. He crossed the short distance separating them, his hand gently finding her arm. His thumb brushed over her skin, a light, almost possessive touch. His eyes held hers, a tender warmth mixing with the lingering intensity.
“Why?” he asked softly, his French accent a gentle hum in the quiet room.
“I know what this is, I don't want to overstep in any way,” Rosa explained to Kylian, feeling shy under his gaze.
Rosa’s gaze lingered on Kylian’s face for a moment. His eyes, still intense, held no judgment, only a warmth that made her stomach flutter. The initial flush on her cheeks deepened ever so slightly, a delightful spark of warmth spreading through her. She felt a pleasant curiosity stirring within her at his gentle persistence.
“I just thought… you know,” she began, her voice soft, as she shifted her weight slightly, not pulling away from his touch.
"Sometimes after… things like this… people want their space.” Her tone was light, tinged with a hint of amusement, hinting at her easy acceptance of the situation.
Kylian's stomach dropped at Rosa's revelation and the curiosity he felt had been taken over by a sense of pity he knew better than to voice.
“I want you to stay,” Kylian said as his other hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her jawline. His gaze was earnest, unwavering, and held a gentle plea that belied his usual assertiveness. “Please, stay with me tonight.”
