She didn't say anything for a long moment.
Just looked at him. This… creature.
The man who kissed like he had nothing to lose and touched her like he already knew how she'd fall apart.
He stood by her window like he belonged in no one's home, certainly not hers. The morning sun hit his face, and somehow, it didn't burn. It only made him look more unreal. Pale. Sculpted. Untouchable.
She stepped closer.
"You came all this way," she said, voice low, "just to tell me what you are?"
Kai's eyes dropped to her lips. "No."
He moved forward slowly, letting the silence do the work.
"I came because I didn't want to lie to you."
Then his voice dipped. "But I still want to touch you."
Alexis didn't step back.
Didn't smile.
She just let the moment stretch.
And then softly, defiantly she said, "Then touch me."
His restraint snapped like thread.
In two long strides, he closed the space between them. His mouth found hers, and this time it was different, worse. Better. Wilder. Like he hadn't let himself want anything in a long time and now he wanted her all at once.
Her fingers tangled in his shirt, yanking him closer.
He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the counter like she weighed nothing. Her legs wrapped around him without thought, and he pressed in, slow and firm, hands dragging over her thighs, her waist, like he was trying to memorize all of her.
"Still not scared?" he murmured against her skin.
Her breath caught as his lips brushed her neck.
"No," she whispered. "You?"
His laugh was rough. "Terrified."
He kissed her harder, hands sliding beneath her shirt, fingers grazing bare skin, her breath hitching as she pulled him in.
Clothes came off in pieces. Her tank top first. Then the sharp undoing of his buttons. Then her panties, torn with a flick of his fingers and a muttered "sorry" he didn't mean.
He didn't rush.
But he didn't wait either.
When he entered her, it was like something clicked, not romantic, not soft, but necessary. Inevitable.
He moved with control, with hunger, his grip on her thighs tightening as she arched into him, her mouth dragging down his shoulder.
The sounds between them weren't sweet. They were messy. Rough. Real.
And when she came, it wasn't silent.
It was raw.
She bit down on his shoulder to stay grounded, and he only moved faster, like her losing control made him lose his.
They collapsed together after, tangled and breathless.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Kai shifted, his arm behind her on the cold marble, eyes tracing the freckles on her shoulder.
"This can't be anything more," he said quietly.
Alexis turned her head, still catching her breath. "Wow. Pillow talk."
He didn't laugh.
"I'm not looking for anything real," he said. "And you… you look like someone who wants more. A future. Answers. Ties."
She sat up, hair a mess, skin flushed, not even bothering to grab a shirt.
"I'm not looking for anything either," she said simply.
He looked at her. Waiting.
"I have plans," she added, hopping off the counter.
He watched her as she walked across the room, naked, unbothered, like she hadn't just undone a vampire on a weekday morning.
"What kind of plans?" he asked.
She glanced at him over her shoulder.
The smirk was almost cruel.
"None of your business."