Page 120 of You Were Always Mine
Another orgasm rips through me, violent, raw, and I collapse under him, sobbing, shaking, while he grinds harder, using me until my body can’t even twitch anymore, every nerve set on fire with his filth.
I think I’ve broken already, but Kai won’t let me fall. His hands are fists on my hips, dragging me over him, deeper, rougher, until my whole body jerks and seizes like I’ve been lit from the inside. I’m sobbing, babbling nonsense, throat raw, and still he grinds up into me like he’s determined to carve his name into my bones.
“Too much,” I gasp, but my body betrays me, clenching, milking, soaking him until there’s nothing left but white-hot ruin.
Kai snarls, sweat slick against my skin, and shoves harder, merciless, forcing me through another wave that rips me apart. My scream breaks into a sob, my vision blurs, blackness pressing at the edges, but he doesn’t let me go—he drags me deeper, cruel and endless, until my body convulses around him.
“Fuck, Scar,” his shredded voice caught his breath as he buried himself to the hilt. “Look at you… my perfect little ruin… all broken on me.”
I can’t. My head tips back, my body trembling, tearsstreaking my cheeks. I’m gone, slipping, my voice nothing but a whimper.
His mouth presses to my ear, dark and desperate, his words the last thing I hear before the black takes me.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life keeping you full of me, Scar. Even if it kills me—I’ll never let you go.”
And then everything shatters into silence.
Scarlett
Idon’t know how long it’s been.
The world feels hushed—softened—like I’ve been drifting inside a dream I’m not meant to wake from. My body is heavy, wrecked, every nerve raw. I can’t move, but I can feel him—Kai—still inside me, still wrapped around me as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, I’ll disappear.
His chest rises against my back, steady and uneven all at once, his breath hot at my ear. His hand moves through my hair in slow, trembling passes, like he’s memorising every strand. It should be comforting. It is comforting. And yet it burns.
“Scar…” His whisper threads through the quiet, broken and soft, like he’s speaking to himself as much as to me. “You don’t know how much I hate myself for this. For touching you. For wanting you like this. I was supposed to protect you.”
The words cut, even as his lips press tenderly against the back of my shoulder. He sounds guilty, shattered—but his arms only tighten around me. He strokes again,brushing damp strands from my temple, his fingers so careful it makes my chest ache.
“You should hate me,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against the side of my face. “But I can’t stop. I can’t let go. I ruined you, Scar. I ruined everything.”
I blink, vision swimming, throat thick. I should push him away. I should tell him he’s right. But my body betrays me, melting back into him, seeking his warmth.
He keeps whispering, each word tearing him open. “I’m no good for you. I’ll never be. But fuck—” his voice cracks “—I’d die before I let anyone else touch you again.”
My stomach twists, guilt tangling with something darker—something that makes me clutch his arm tighter where it’s banded around my waist.
I don’t answer. I can’t. Not yet.
But his guilt bleeds into me, heavy and suffocating, until it feels like we’re both drowning in the same poisoned tide.
His words cut deeper than his touch ever could. The way his voice shakes when he whispers, “I ruined you… I’ve ruined everything,” like he believes it with his whole heart—like he’s already carved it into stone.
I can’t take it. I can’t let him believe that.
“Kai.” My voice cracks, softer than a breath, my fingers curling tighter into his shirt. His chest is damp against my cheek, his heartbeat thrashing beneath my palm like he’s about to split apart. I force myself to lift my head, even when everything in me wants to hide from the mess we’ve made.
“You didn’t ruin me,” I whisper, the words trembling out, almost a sob. “You… you saved me. You keep saving me, even when I don’t deserve it.”
His jaw flexes, his eyes bloodshot when they flickerdown to mine. I see the fight there—the fury at himself, the disbelief—but I don’t let go. My hands rise to cup his face, thumbs brushing the rough stubble, holding him like he’s the one breaking now, not me.
“I want you,” I tell him—and this time it doesn’t sound like shame. It sounds like truth, ripped raw out of my chest. “No matter how wrong, no matter how fucked up—it’s you. It’s always been you.”
For a moment, he doesn’t breathe. Then his forehead falls against mine, his whisper ragged and sharp. “Don’t say that unless you mean it, Scar. Don’t—don’t give me hope when I’m already drowning.”
“I mean it,” I whisper back, my tears streaking hot between us. “I mean it with everything I have.”
His whole body shudders against me, like I’ve just cracked him open.
