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“You make me proud,” I said against his lips. “You’re everything I never thought I could have. But you’re mine. Every inch of you is mine, Wren. Your lips I’m kissing—mine. Those beautiful hazel eyes—mine. This tight hole of yours—it’s so fucking mine. You hear me, solnyshko?”
His answer was a desperate gasp and the way he arched, broke, and whispered my name like a prayer. But I needed the words.
“Maxim,” he gasped. “Max, I—fuck, I can’t?—”
“Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make you come.” I deliberately slowed down my thrusts, which he protested with a whine as he tried to take over and rise and fall on my dick.
“Say it.” I slid out of him slowly, then drove my cock so deep inside him I might as well have been balls deep. “Just say it, and I’ll make you come on my dick. Are you mine, Wren?”
“Yes, yes! Yes, Maxim, I’ve always been yours.” His words tore from his lips, filling me with sweet relief.
“Let go,” I groaned, voice thick and wrecked. Pressing him harder against the wall, I angled my hips so every grind hit that sweet, devastating spot inside him. “Come for me. Come all over my cock like the good boy you are. Show me how much you want my cum dripping from that sweet little pussy.”
He cried out as he broke, his entire body seizing tight. His cock throbbed between us, spilling across my stomach as he fell apart in my arms, his voice dissolving into broken, incoherent whimpers.
That did it for me.
The sight of him, so vulnerable and wild and wrecked by my touch, dragged me under.
With a strangled groan, I drove into him harder, chasingthe high he’d already fallen into. I kissed him again, messy and breathless, as my release tore free from me.
I spilled deep inside him with a grunt, my hips jerking as waves of heat rolled through me, leaving me raw and empty in the aftermath.
I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.
I held him there, letting our foreheads press together as our breathing slowly synced, harsh and uneven in the misty shower air.
His eyes fluttered open, glassy and soft now, no hate left. Just sadness and exhaustion.
I pressed a kiss to his lips, gentler this time. Reverent.
“I love you,” I whispered, my voice barely carrying above the hum of the water still beating down on us. “No matter how much you hate me…. No matter what happens after this…. I love you more than my own fucking life. I will always love you.”
For the first time, Wren didn’t say it back.
But he didn’t push me away either.
And for now, in this fragile, fleeting moment, that was enough.
“Wren?”
“Hmm.” He placed his head on my shoulder.
“I’m going to make you something to eat when we’re done. Is that okay?”
Please say yes.
If he didn’t eat willingly, I would have no choice but to force-feed him. That was the last thing I wanted to do.
He nodded, and I let out the breath I’d been holding. Smiling, I held him tightly against me.
I’ll make it up to you, Solnyshko, I swear. I’ll make it up to you if it’s the last thing I do.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
WREN
Maxim’s chest was a heavy, steady weight against my back. His breath ghosted over my neck, slow and even. His arms were snug around my waist, like he had no plans of ever letting me go. His fingers twitched slightly in his sleep, tightening, almost possessive. Almost tender.
