Ethan's POV
"Such a good girl," I murmured, brushing her damp hair away from her face. "You did so well."
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed with satisfaction, and I could see the raw need still simmering beneath the surface.
"Come on. We're not done yet," I said, my voice a raw mix of command and desire. I hooked my arms under her knees and lifted her effortlessly, feeling her trembling against my chest. Her breath hitched as I carried her inside, the cool air of the penthouse a sharp contrast to the heat between us.
Once we reached the kitchen, I set her down on the counter, her bare ass against the granite. Her legs were already spread wide, instinctively open for me. I stepped back for a moment, taking in the sight of her—hair tousled, eyes hungry, and her p***y wet and glistenin
