The Back-Up Bride

Chapter Five: Wine and Kai

Her heart raced faster with every step, but all she could focus on was the rising pressure in her head and the way her limbs felt as though they were losing their strength. The door to the ladies' room swung open as she pushed through it, desperate for relief.

Inside, the cool, marble counters were a welcome contrast to the burning sensation creeping across her skin. She splashed water onto her face, the cold liquid hitting her skin with a sharp sting. She leaned over the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to steady her breathing. But the heat inside her body didn’t go away. It lingered, pressing against her, and the dizziness refused to lift.

Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles white, as the hot flush spread deeper, her skin clammy now, a sticky sheen coating her body. It wasn’t just discomfort. It felt… wrong. She had to focus—had to regain control.

Just as she was about to gather herself, the door to the restroom opened behind her. The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the tiled space, and she turned her head slightly, her stomach twisting again.

Her vision blurred at the edges, but then, a solid presence appeared beside her, tall and commanding. Kai. His figure filled the doorway, his face etched with concern as his eyes locked onto hers.

Without thinking, she lunged.

Her fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt, yanking him forward. She crashed her mouth against his—urgent, unsteady, wild. Her kiss was fierce and off-balance, all heat and desperation. Her arms locked around his neck, her lips moving hungrily, seeking—something. Anything.

Kai went rigid.

For a split second, he was too stunned to respond. Her body pressed against his, warm and trembling, her kiss rough with intensity, her tongue parting his lips with reckless urgency.

Then—he pulled back, breathless.

“Easy—” he murmured, his hands moving to her shoulders, firm but gentle.

She stared up at him, her eyes wide and glassy, pupils dilated, chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. Her lips were still parted, red and trembling. But her gaze wasn’t quite focused. Her body was here—but something else had slipped away.

Kai’s breath hitched.

Something is wrong but he cant pinpoint it. Is she drunk? She was only gone for a couple of minutes.

He cupped her face, guiding her eyes back to his. “Hey. Look at me. What did you drink?”

But Kira didn’t answer. She clutched his shirt tighter, her breath shaky, her skin burning like fever. She didn’t want to stop. Her body didn’t want to stop. The heat inside her was unbearable. All she could feel was want.

And Kai knew it.

He stepped back, resisting the temptation that clawed at the edges of his control. His voice was hoarse, laced with restraint. “What do you want, Kira?”

The world around them blurred into silence. Her reflection shimmered in the mirror behind her—flushed, dazed, and aching.

And Kai stood there, caught between desire and alarm.

“I-I want you to touch me. Please.”

Kai loses all his self-control. He cursed under his breath. The air crackled with a raw, almost violent energy as he pushed her back against the cool counter. His mouth descended on hers again, a hungry, possessive kiss that stole her breath. Kira met him, her body arching into his, a primal moan escaping her lips as his hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him. And hers on his belt.

"f**k, Kira," he growled against her neck, his teeth nipping lightly before he dragged his mouth lower, trailing hot kisses down her throat. He latched onto the sensitive skin just below her ear, sucking and biting, leaving a dark, blooming mark. A gasp tore from Kira, a mix of pain and pure, exhilarating pleasure.

“Take me.” She begs.

"My pleasure,” his voice laced with a possessive ferocity that thrilled her to her core. He marked her collarbone next, then the soft curve of her shoulder, each bite a brand, claiming her.

Kira’s fingers dug into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. "I don’t want you to stop," she choked out, her head thrown back, exposing more of her throat to his ministrations. "f**k me, touch me. .”

He didn't need further invitation. Quickly, he raised her dress and with a powerful thrust, he drove into her, hard and deep, eliciting a sharp cry from her that was swallowed by the sudden impact. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as he began a relentless, driving rhythm. Each plunge was aggressive, powerful, pushing her higher and higher.

"You’re big," her eyes wide, her voice ragged, her hips rising to meet his every thrust.

“You can take me, baby."

“f**k, Im so horny and I want it hard.” She moaned.

“Just like that." The ladies room was filled with the sounds of their desperate union—the rhythmic thud of their bodies meeting, her gasps and moans, his own low growls of exertion and pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, leaving their own fiery marks as she clung to him, lost in the sheer, overwhelming sensation. This wasn't gentle lovemaking; it was a furious, consuming blaze, and Kira reveled in every scorching moment of it.

"f**k," she gasped, her body arching in exquisite torment. "I love this. I love how you take me."

Kai spun her around, his hands clamping around her waist with a possessive grip. Kira gasped, her back arching as he repositioned her, pressing her against the cool counter. Without breaking rhythm, he drove into her from behind, the sudden shift in angle sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her.

Her hands instinctively braced against the counter, knuckles white as he plunged harder and deeper, his hips rocking against hers with relentless power. Kai’s hands left her waist, reaching around to cup her breasts, his thumbs circling her hardened n*****s. Kira cried out, a raw, guttural sound of pure sensation as his fingers tightened, squeezing and teasing, perfectly synchronized with each powerful thrust from behind.

"God, yes," she panted, her voice choked with ecstasy. "This is incredible. Don't stop."

Every aggressive plunge, every squeeze of her breasts, was a potent affirmation of her desire, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The air was thick with their shared heat and the primal sounds of their union, a testament to the consuming fire between them. Kai's rhythm became a relentless cadence, each thrust a deeper invasion, each pump driving Kira further into the throes of pleasure. He continued to grip her breasts, his fingers tightening, teasing, as his hips slammed into hers from behind. Kira's cries grew more frequent, more desperate, a beautiful symphony to his ears. Her nails raked against the wall, leaving faint marks as her body bowed with the intensity.

"You like that, baby?" he rasped, his voice thick with his own escalating desire, pulling back only to surge forward with renewed force. "Tell me you like it."

"Yes!" Kira gasped, her voice raw, her body trembling on the brink. "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop!"

He heard the desperation in her voice, the plea for release mirroring his own burgeoning need. With a guttural roar, Kai drove into her one last, monumental time, holding her against the counter as their bodies shuddered in unison. Kira cried out his name, a long, drawn-out wail of pure ecstasy as her muscles clenched around him, pulling him into her shattering climax. He followed moments later, a deep groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into her, his body rigid against hers.

They stayed there for a long moment, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat, the aggressive storm of their passion finally subsiding into a trembling, sated calm.

After the intensity of their release, Kai gently helped Kira steady herself. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his earlier aggression replaced by a tender concern. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice still a little rough.

Kira nodded, leaning into his touch. "I want more," she whispered, biting her swollen lip. Eyes cloudy with lust and need.

Kai gave her a quick hard kiss. They quickly, if haphazardly, pulled their clothes back on, the adrenaline still thrumming beneath their skin. A quick glance around the mess they made confirmed they should probably make a swift exit. With a shared look, a silent understanding passed between them, and Kai took his coat, put it around her and led her out, navigating the lingering crowd with a possessive hand on the small of her back. No one dares to ask them questions. Kai motions to his guard and a few minutes later, they're inside Kai’s car. Kira is still all over him. Her hands were everywhere.

“Just wait until we get home.” He put his other hand on her lap.