Page 106 of Say You're Mine

Something in me snarled in savage satisfaction. There was my girl. My warrior queen, giving as good as she got. Demanding her pleasure, taking her fill of me, of us, just as greedily as I took mine.

I obeyed with a roar, my control fracturing into a thousand glittering shards. I pounded into her, every stroke a declaration, a claiming, a promise. I love you. I need you. I'll never leave you again. She met me thrust for thrust, her cunt sucking me in, wringing me dry. So fucking good, so perfect, like we were made to fit together, two halves of a shattered whole.

The world narrowed to this. To her. The slap of flesh on flesh, the broken music of our mingled moans, the scent of our sweat and our sex thick in the air. There was no mission, no danger, no war waiting beyond these four walls. There was only us. Only this.

I felt her tightening around me, fluttering and clenching, and I knew she was close. Teetering on the sweet razor's edge of release. I snaked a hand between us, fingers finding her clit, circling in the ruthless way I knew she loved.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me. Wanna feel you come apart on my cock."

She did. Beautifully. Violently. Her orgasm tore through her like a hurricane, and I rode it out, stroking her through every aftershock and tremor. Sensation ripped through me, a feedback loop of pleasure that built and built, my balls drawing up tight and tingling with impending release.

"Say you're mine, Cara." I gritted out, my rhythm going erratic, my control slipping. "Fucking say it."

She arched like a bow, her nails raking desperately over my back. "Yours! God, June, always yours!"

The brutal pace turned incendiary, frantic. Two bodies careening into a cataclysm, chasing the oblivion of sensual overload. I could feel her tightening, tensing, her cunt rippling around my sensitive flesh in fluttery little convulsions. Close.

"So fucking tight," I panted into the crook of her neck. "So hot and slick and - fuck - milking my cock like you never want me to leave."

"Won't let you," she gasped, fingers clawing down my back, teeth latching onto my pulse point. "Never again. Swear it."

She was so fucking close.

"Come for me, like a good girl," I demanded, snaking a hand between us to circle her clit in ruthless strokes. "Soak my cock, lil' mama. Let me feel you lose it. Fucking drown me."

"Juniper!" My name was a ragged scream as she flew apart, spasming wildly around every raging inch of me. Her arms banded around my neck, holding me to her, refusing to let me go. As if I'd ever try. Her pleasure was my drug, my altar at which to worship. The only heaven I'd ever know.

I let go. My mind went blank, my vision whited out, and I emptied myself inside her with a hoarse shout. Jet after scalding jet pumped into her fluttering cunt, my cock jerking with the force of it. I swore I could feel my cum hitting her womb, painting her insides, marking her as mine on the deepest, most primal level.

The thought made me groan, my hips stuttering through a few last, sloppy thrusts. Fuck. I'd never needed anything like I needed her. This. Us.

I collapsed against her, my weight balanced on my forearms, my lips finding her sweat-slick skin. I peppered her face with kisses, tasting the salt of her tears, the lingering essence of her pleasure. She clung to me, her breath hitching on little sobs, and I soothed her with hands and mouth and whispered words.

"I've got you. I love you. Never letting you go again."

We stayed like that for long moments, our heartbeats gradually slowing, our breathing evening out. Joined. Fused. One flesh in every way that mattered.

When I finally slipped out of her, we both made a bereft sound at the loss. But I gathered her close, unwilling to let even an inch of space come between us. Her head found the crook of my shoulder, her leg thrown over my hip. A perfect tangle of limbs and hearts.

For a few precious, stolen seconds, I let myself imagine this was all there was. No danger, no war to fight, no impossible choices. Just her and me and the new life we'd created, cocooned in a blissful bubble of sex-soaked afterglow.

But reality crept in, cold and unrelenting as the moonlight slanting in through the blinds. I couldn't stay. Couldn't hide away in her arms forever, no matter how badly I ached to. There was work to be done, a nightmare to end.

Cara stirred against me, lifting her head. Her eyes met mine, fathomless and knowing in the darkness.

"You have to go." It wasn't a question. She knew. Of course she knew.

Pain lanced through me, sharp and sticky as the drying sweat on my skin. I never wanted to leave her again. Never wanted to see that look in her eyes, that quiet resignation and fear. But this was bigger than what I wanted. Bigger than both of us.

"Not forever," I vowed, catching her face in my hands. Not fucking forever. I'd burn the world down before I let that happen.

Her eyes searched mine, looking for truth, for certainty. I let her see it all - the love, the determination, the bone-deep certainty that nothing short of death itself would keep me from her side.

"Come back to me," she whispered, fierce and desperate all at once. A plea and a command and everything in between. "Promise me, June. Promise you'll come back."

"I will." The words seared my throat, my soul. An unbreakable vow, the truest words I'd ever spoken. "I swear it on my life, Cara. On our family. I will always, always come back to you."

One last kiss, searing and bittersweet. One last shared breath, one last brush of skin on skin. And then I was gone, slipping out of our bed, out of our home, out into the cold, unforgiving night.

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