And then?—
“You ruined me,” she gasps.
The words slam into me like a physical blow.
“You know you did,” she chokes out, her voice raw, desperate, breaking.
Something primal snaps inside me.
I growl, gripping her hips harder, positioning myself right where she needs me most.
Her body tenses, ready, waiting.
I won’t hold back anymore.
She is mine.
And now, I’m going to take her.
She gasps as I push inside her, stretching her, filling her.
The sound she makes—that desperate, shattered moan—nearly makes me lose control.
“Gods, Vivienne,” I groan, my forehead pressing against the back of her neck, my breath hot against her skin. “So tight—so perfect—just like I remember.”
Her nails scrape against the rock, her body pressing back into me, taking me deeper, her walls clenching around me like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.
I thrust hard, driving her up against the cave wall, her body rocking with the force of it.
She cries out.
I growl, my hands sliding up her body, grasping her wrists, pinning them against the stone as I set a brutal pace, my cock sinking into her over and over, deeper with every stroke.
She is mine.
She has always been mine.
And she will never not be mine again.
“Orion—” she gasps, her voice wrecked, raw.
I grip her chin, forcing her head back, my lips grazing her ear. “Say it again,” I demand, my voice ragged, broken.
Her body clenches around me, so tight, so wet, making it nearly impossible to hold back.
She knows what I want to hear.
She knows what I need to hear.
Her breathing is uneven, her body quivering with every deep stroke, her moans growing more desperate, more needy.
"You ruined me," she chokes out again between panting breaths.
The words send me over the edge, not to release but into something primal, something deeper.
I groan, my thrusts turning desperate, relentless, my fingers digging into her skin. “You think I don’t know that?” I snarl against her throat, biting her, sucking the flesh there like I can consume her whole.
She shudders, her entire body tightening around me.