Page 53 of Ink Me Three Times
My whole body clenches at his words.
"You love hearing how filthy you are. How perfect you feel… like this."
He thrusts again, harder. "A mess in my lap. So wet for me. So fucking desperate to be filled."
"I… I didn’t know I liked…" I stammer, barely able to form words.
"I know," he whispers, kissing the side of my neck, his breath hot and shivery against my skin. "That’s what makes it so fuckingbeautiful. You're learning what you are." He licks a slow line just under my jaw. "And what you are right now ismine."
The pressure builds again, fast and wicked and sharp.
My legs are trembling. My heart’s in my throat. I can feel the slick mess of us with every grinding roll of my hips, the rawfriction of skin on skin, just him, just me, just this terrifying, wild heat between us.
And then he kisses me.
He kisses me… deep and slow and sweet, like he’s flipping the switch again, showing me the other side of it.
The tenderness under the filth.
The wanting under the use.
Like he’s saying: I see you. I choose you.
It undoes me.
I come with a sound that doesn’t even feel human… high and broken and full body. My back arches. My walls clamp down around him, desperate and pulsing and greedy.
"Fuck," he snarls, burying himself as deep as he can go.
He comes with a rough groan, hips jerking, arms banded tight around me, like he needs to hold me together even as we fall apart.
Everything is sweat slicked and shaking andreal.
The windows are fogged beyond recognition.
My breath is coming in ragged gasps.
My thighs are sticky with proof of what we just did. My body’s sore. Used. Claimed.
And I feelalive.
He strokes a hand down my spine, slow and warm and grounding.
"You okay?" he whispers, mouth brushing my temple.
I nod, forehead still pressed to his. "Yeah," I breathe. "More than okay."
It should scare me.
Itdoesscare me.
But it also makes me want to do it again.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mitchell
"Crazy, huh?"
