Back at Shane's penthouse, the lights were dim, the city glowing below. Shane walked in, shoulders heavy from meetings, calls, interviews.
But then she saw it.
Candles.
Petals.
And May.
Standing barefoot in the middle of the living room, wearing Shane's white button-up shirt, slightly too big, sleeves rolled up.
"You did this?" Shane asked, breath catching.
May nodded. "Wanted to remind you what home looks like."
Shane didn't speak. She just walked forward, pulled May into her arms, and buried her face in her neck.
"I love you," Shane whispered.
May held her tighter. "Then marry me."
Shane froze, pulled back.
"Are you serious?"
May smiled, nervous but certain. "Dead serious. But only if you say yes."
Shane didn't answer.
Instead, she lifted May into her arms, carried her to the bed, and kissed her so deeply it felt like everything broken in both of them had just started to heal.
Shane didn't answer May's proposal with words. Her lips found May's with desperate heat, claiming her mouth with a kind of hunger that felt like both surrender and possession. She lifted May effortlessly, one arm beneath her thighs, the other steadying her back, and carried her into the bedroom like she belonged nowhere else.
The bedroom was dimly lit—soft amber tones casting shadows that danced over the walls. The petals scattered across the bed seemed to glow in the low light, but Shane only saw one thing—her.
May, lying there, her hair fanned out like silk, Shane's shirt barely covering her body. The hem had slid high on her thighs, and the top few buttons were undone, exposing the soft curve of her collarbone and a glimpse of lace beneath.
Shane climbed over her, knees on either side, resting her weight on her forearms as her fingers gently brushed the hair from May's face. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling as she took in May's expression—half fire, half vulnerability.
"I don't want to just love you," Shane murmured. "I want to worship you."
She kissed her again, slower now, her lips trailing down May's neck, where she left a soft bite, followed by a kiss. May arched beneath her, her hands sliding up Shane's black silk shirt—unbuttoning, revealing the toned lines of Shane's chest beneath. The shirt hit the floor, and Shane reached behind May's back, unhooking
her bra with expert ease.
"You drive me insane," May whispered as Shane's mouth found her breast.
"I know," Shane smirked against her skin, her voice deep and low.
Their bodies tangled in the sheets, clothes lost somewhere between kisses and gasps. Shane's touch was everywhere—her hands sliding along May's thighs, her mouth tasting every inch of skin like she'd been starved for it.
Then Shane paused, reaching into the drawer beside the bed.
slowly, revealing the glinting strap-on strapped tightly against her. She looked dangerous. Like sin carved in human form.
May's mouth went dry. She sat on her knees, her gaze fixed on the toy. Without a word, she reached forward and wrapped her hand around it, slowly guiding it toward her mouth. Shane didn't stop her.
"You want Daddy's cock?" Shane asked lowly, brushing May's hair from her face.
May's lips parted as she whispered, "Yes… I want it so bad, Daddy."
Her tongue swirled over the tip of the toy, eyes locked on Shane's. She took it deeper, inch by inch, her saliva coating it as her lips made a wet, sinful sound with every suck. Shane growled, gripping May's hair in her fist.
"That's it, baby. Look at you, sucking Daddy like a good girl."
May moaned around it, her legs clenching together with how wet she already was.
Shane pulled back, tugging her gently by the hair. "Lie back. I'm gonna fk you so hard, you'll forget your own name.**"
May obeyed, her thighs already shaking from anticipation. Shane climbed onto the bed, settling between her legs, dragging the tip of the dildo along her slick folds.
"So wet already, and I haven't even touched you properly."
"Please, Daddy… I need you. Fk my pussy, make me yours.**"
Shane leaned down, kissing her lips—slow and dirty—before whispering, "You're mine, May. Every inch of you. And I'm gonna remind you exactly who you belong to."
She kissed down her neck, biting gently at the soft spot near her collarbone, then flicked her tongue over May's nipples, teasing them until May was arching into her.
Then, with a firm grip on her hips, Shane pressed the strap-on against May's entrance.
"It's going to stretch, baby. Take it. I know you can."
"Ah—Shane… it's thick…"
"Breathe. Let me in. That's it… fk, you're so tight.**"
May gasped, her body tensing as the toy filled her inch by inch. Shane kissed her through it, whispering, "You're doing so good. Just a little more. Let Daddy fk that sweet little hole.**"
May whimpered as she felt Shane's hips press flush against her own. She was full. So full.
Then Shane started to move.
Slow thrusts at first, hips grinding deep, letting May feel every inch. Then faster. Harder. The bed rocked beneath them.
"Fk! Shane!**"
"That's it, baby. Scream for me. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
She grabbed May's wrists, pinning them above her head, her lips brushing her ear.
"I'm gonna ruin you tonight. You won't even think of anyone else."
May cried out, body shaking as her climax built, her voice a mess of moans and gasps.
"Please, Daddy… don't stop… fk me harder… make me yours—**"
Shane sat up, grabbing May's legs, pushing them to her chest, and slammed deeper, her thrusts hitting May's deepest spot again and again until May was sobbing her name.
"I'm cumming—ahhh! SHANE!"
May collapsed into the sheets, body spent, trembling. Shane leaned down, kissed her sweaty forehead, and whispered, "You're mine, baby. No one will ever touch you like I do."
May lay breathless beneath Shane, her body still trembling from the climax Shane had pulled from her with such intense, unwavering control. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and roses, the sheets tangled around their legs. Shane hovered over her, her chest rising and falling, the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbones catching the flicker of candlelight.
But May wasn't done.
She turned slowly, her back arching as she pressed her bare skin to Shane's chest. With a sultry glance over her shoulder and lips parted, she whispered, "Again… take me from behind."
Shane's breath hitched. Her eyes darkened, jaw tightening at the request.
May leaned down on all fours, her back curved like temptation incarnate, hair falling over her shoulder. Her hips rose, begging, daring. Shane didn't speak. She didn't need to.
She moved behind May, one hand sliding up her back, tracing her spine before her fingers tangled in May's hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back. Her lips found May's neck, kissing softly at first, then biting just enough to leave her mark. A shiver ran through May.
"You want it rough, baby?" Shane growled, voice raw, deep, dangerously calm.
May nodded, her voice shaky. "Yes… I want you again. Hard. Deep. Make me feel yours."
With one arm, Shane braced against the headboard, the other slid under May's thigh, lifting her slightly to tilt her hips just right. She guided herself again, this time from behind, teasing along May's soaked heat.
As she slowly entered, she leaned forward, her chest pressing against May's back. Her lips brushed May's ear. "You're going to remember every inch of me."
May gasped, her hands gripping the sheets. Shane held her tight—one arm wrapping under her stomach, the other gripping her hip as she began to move. Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
Each thrust sent May forward slightly, her moans echoing in the room. Shane bit her shoulder again, harder this time, marking her, claiming her. The rhythm grew faster, fiercer. Their bodies collided in perfect, chaotic harmony, the sounds of skin, breath, and pleasure filling the room.
"Say it." Shane demanded between thrusts, her voice gravelly.
"I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours." May sobbed, lost in the pleasure and ache.
Shane groaned, her grip tightening. "Damn right you are."
She kissed, then bit, a slow drag of her teeth against skin that made May moan low and breathy. "You're mine," Shane murmured, her voice rough, thick with heat. "Tonight, tomorrow, always mine." With one hand, she guided herself to May's center, teasing her entrance, slick and aching. Then she slid inside, slow, deliberate, making May gasp and press back into her, needing more. Shane groaned, the sensation overwhelming, the way May clenched around her like she belonged there. She pulled May tighter against her, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other braced against the headboard, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes. Each thrust echoed in the room, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, and with every movement, Shane's control wrapped tighter around May. "Harder, Daddy,"
May gasped, her voice laced with tears and desire, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Shane bit into her shoulder again, harder, leaving another mark, one of many, while her hips snapped with intensity, passion, and desperation. "You feel that?" she growled into May's ear, "That's what it means to be mine." May could only moan, her body shaking, eyes rolling back, every nerve ending alive. Their connection was more than physical — it was claiming, raw and unforgettable. When May reached her peak again, sobbing Shane's name into the mattress, Shane held her through it, whispering sweet nothings and dirty promises against her damp skin. And even after May collapsed into the pillows, trembling and breathless, Shane wasn't done. She kissed down her back, worshipping her, still inside her, still slowly May gasped, her voice laced with tears and desire, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Shane bit into her shoulder again, harder, leaving another mark, one of many, while her hips snapped with intensity, passion, and desperation. "You feel that?" she growled into May's ear, "That's what it means to be mine." May could only moan, her body shaking, eyes rolling back, every nerve ending alive. Their connection was more than physical — it was claiming, raw and unforgettable. When May reached her peak again, sobbing Shane's name into the mattress, Shane held her through it, whispering sweet nothings and dirty promises against her damp skin. And even after May collapsed into the pillows, trembling and breathless, Shane wasn't done. She kissed down her back, worshipping her, still inside her, still slowly moving, a rhythm that said: I'm never letting go.
May's body still trembled from the last wave, her breath barely steady, but Shane wasn't done — not even close. The hunger in her eyes, the flush on her skin, the way she held May like she couldn't bear a single inch of distance — it all screamed need. With slow, deliberate strength, Shane pulled May up from the sheets, pressing their bodies together, chest to back, her hands wrapping around her waist. She kissed along May's neck, tongue tracing fire down to her collarbone, making May arch back into her. "Face me," Shane whispered, voice husky and commanding.
May obeyed, eyes heavy with lust and trust, turning slowly in Shane's arms. Shane took her in — flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, hair wild and eyes glassy. She grinned, one hand cupping May's jaw, the other gripping her thigh. In a swift, powerful motion, she lifted May into her arms and carried her to the edge of the bed. May gasped as Shane sat down and pulled her onto her lap, straddling her. Their mouths collided, lips crashing with desperation, tongues tangling, as May's fingers gripped Shane's shirt, tugging it, wanting more of her, all of her.
Shane's hands roamed — down May's back, over her hips, kneading, exploring, owning. She guided May's hips, rolling her slowly against her, drawing a low groan from both of them. "Ride me," Shane murmured, her lips brushing May's ear. "Show me how much you want this."
May didn't hesitate. Her fingers tangled in Shane's hair as she began to move, slowly at first, grinding her hips with teasing rhythm that made Shane growl low in her throat. But it wasn't enough. Shane's hands grabbed May's ass and thrust her down harder, faster, her breath catching at the sensation. Their bodies clashed with rhythm, moans echoing through the room, sweat slicking skin. "Harder," Shane urged, her voice dark and throaty, "Don't hold back, baby."
May's nails dug into Shane's shoulders, hips bucking, eyes locked on hers with heat and love and something primal. Shane gripped her tighter, then leaned forward, laying May down flat on her back again — but this time, she didn't stop. She lifted May's legs over her shoulders and drove into her deeper, faster, the bed shaking beneath them. May's cries were choked, beautiful, raw.
"You take me so good," Shane whispered, kissing her knee, then her ankle, never stopping the rhythm. "This body, these moans — all mine."
May could barely breathe, overwhelmed by pleasure, her hands clawing at the sheets, eyes glassy. "Don't stop, Shane — please," she begged.
And Shane didn't. She flipped May again, this time on all fours, guiding herself back in with a groan, gripping her waist with strength and control. Her pace was ruthless now — fast, hard, rhythmic. One hand tangled in May's hair, pulling her head back to whisper, "You'll remember this every time you close your eyes." She kissed down her spine, biting gently into her shoulder, marking her again as hers. May's moans turned into cries, her body rocking forward from the force of each of each thrust.
Their bodies were a tangle of sweat, skin, and sound — heat radiating off them like fire. Shane leaned in and whispered one last time, her voice a low growl, "I love you like this — ruined, mine, needing me."
When May finally fell forward, exhausted, completely spent, Shane kissed the curve of her back, still breathing hard. She didn't pull away — she wrapped herself around May, holding her from behind, whispering kisses into her shoulder.
And as they lay there tangled in sheets and love, the silence was loud with everything they didn't say — that this wasn't just lust. It was love, raw and burning, something neither of them could walk away from now.
Shane didn't stop—didn't ease up. She held May in her arms, body trembling, her back pressed against the wall as the toy moved deeper with every hard thrust. May's moans had turned into gasps, soft and broken, as pleasure spilled over her in waves. "Tell me, baby," Shane whispered, biting her ear gently, "do you need any man after this?"
May shook her head, eyes fluttering, voice a breathless whisper, "No… never… only you, daddy…"
Shane's lips crashed against hers in a feverish kiss, possessive, claiming her completely. Her grip tightened around May's thighs, the pace ruthless, driving her further into ecstasy—until May's moans turned to silence, her body twitching once before going limp in Shane's arms.
"May?" Shane whispered, pulling back just slightly. May's head had fallen against her shoulder, her breathing shallow, completely spent. Shane's heart skipped—then softened. She gently pulled out the toy, wrapping May securely in her arms and walking her toward the bed.
Shane laid her down carefully, brushing the damp hair from May's forehead. She looked so peaceful… vulnerable. A proud smirk curved Shane's lips as she whispered, "Mine," before lying beside her, pulling her close and letting their heartbeats calm in sync.