Page 72 of His to Burn
I slowed my thrusts so that I barely moved, taking my thumb off her clit. I bit my lip, fighting off the impending wave, determined to see her break.
Words weren’t necessary.
She knew what I wanted.
Knew what it would take for me to give it to her.
My cock jerked when I saw the surrender in her eyes as she whispered, “Yours. Only yours.”
I didn’t let a breath pass before I slammed into her harder, chasing what she tried to deny us both. She clung to me, her mouth open in a silent scream as she flew apart again.
That was it. I pulled out at the last possible second, my cum splashing hot on her mound, her thighs, her lower stomach.
I watched with sick satisfaction as my cum painted her skin and used my thumb to smear it across her thighs, wanting to mark her.
I held her but didn’t look into her eyes.
I felt her touch, soft fingers tracing lazy lines against my shoulders.
She didn’t even realize she was doing it, but that didn’t change the effect.
Her touch was so gentle.
Sweet.
And that shit scared me more than any walking corpse everwould.
Asia
I couldn’t move.
Jack was still pressed against me, heavy and warm and terrifyingly solid. My thighs trembled where they bracketed his hips, the table edge biting into my ass.
I should’ve felt used.
Or embarrassed.
Or at the very least, regretful.
But I didn’t.
If anything, I felt…safe.
Safer than I had since the world cracked open and everything I knew spilled out.
Safer than I’d ever felt with anyone.
That was the scariest part.
Because it wasn’t rational.
Jack wasn’t gentle.
He wasn’t tender.
He pinned me down and took exactly what he wanted, and what I so desperately wanted to give him. And when he’d wrapped his hand around my throat and made me say I was his— God help me, I’d meant it.
I didn’t even realize my hands werestill in his hair, holding him there, until he shifted. A soft sound escaped my throat, more whimper than word. His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and hungry all over again, and for a second, I thought he might just pull me back under.
