Page 83 of You Were Always Mine
And I do. God help me, I do. My body breaks open again, another climax tearing through me until I’m screaming into his chest, soaking him, soaking us both, but he doesn’t let me collapse. His hand digs into my waist, pinning me in place, cock still buried deep, making sure I stay awake for every filthy second.
“Beg for it,” he growls when I try to turn away, when I sob into his shoulder. “Beg me to keep breaking you, little sister.”
And I do, broken and trembling, whispering please, Kai, please, even as the wet between my thighs proves I’ll never survive him.
His weight crushes me into the warped glass, my thighs shaking so hard they can’t hold him anymore, but he won’t let me stop—his cock keeps dragging through me, every inch slick and brutal and unbearably deep. I’m so far gone I can’t tell if I’m sobbing or screaming, can’t tell if my body is breaking or blooming, all I know is I’m wet everywhere, I’m wrecked everywhere, and he still won’t let me go.
When he finally growls my name, it’s like he’s tearing it out of his own chest, hips pounding harder, faster, slamming me up the mirror until it rattles behind my head. I choke on the flood of my own moans, pulse after pulse of overstimulation leaving me trembling, begging, but he drags me right through it, fucking me until I feel like nothing but raw nerves and wet skin wrapped around him.
And then—heat, thick and devastating, spilling inside me as he buries himself so deep I swear he’s carved meopen. My body clenches, milking him, forcing him deeper while I collapse under the weight of everything we are, everything we shouldn’t be.
He’s shaking. His forehead presses to mine, sweat dripping into my tears, and his voice—God, his voice—isn’t cruel now. It’s soft. Shattered. A confession slipping out between ragged breaths, breaking me more than his cock ever could.
“I love you, Scar.”
Tender. Broken. Like it’s killing him to say it but he can’t not.
And that ruins me. It ruins everything. Because I know he means it, I know it’s the truth, and my heart splinters wide open while my body still throbs around him, clinging to every drop he’s given me.
My throat feels like it’s splitting open, every sob ripping through me until it’s not just my body that’s wrecked—it’s me, all of me, scraped raw and exposed under him. His forehead is still pressed to mine, his breath hot and ragged, his words echoing in my skull like I’ll never escape them—I love you, Scar.
And I break. I break so hard it tastes like blood in my mouth when the words finally claw their way out of me.
“I love you,” I whisper back, strangled and hoarse, tears sliding over my lips as I choke on it, as if it’s poison and salvation in the same breath. “I love you, Kai.”
The air stills. His body goes rigid over mine, cock still buried deep inside me, pulsing like it heard me too. His hands tighten at my waist, almost painful, like he’s anchoring himself to me, like if he lets go we’ll both disappear.
The mirror creaks behind us. My sobs won’t stop. His mouth hovers over mine, trembling, as if he doesn’tbelieve it, as if he’s terrified he heard wrong—until I say it again, broken and ruined and ruined and ruined.
“I love you.”
And the way his eyes close, like I’ve gutted him, like I’ve freed him, like I’ve damned us both in one heartbeat—it’s worse than any cruel word he’s ever thrown at me.
His hands dig into my waist, but instead of crushing me closer, he pulls back—just enough that losing his mouth feels like a slap. His forehead leaves mine, his breath tearing out of him like he’s been stabbed, his eyes snapping open and searching my face like I just said the one thing he’s never been allowed to hear.
My chest caves. I try to drag him back down, but he won’t move, won’t kiss me, won’t let me hide. He stares like I’ve burned him alive, like my words are a lie too sweet to believe.
“Say it again,” he rasps, voice cracked, shaking. “Scar—say it again.”
But the panic crawls up my throat, because I already did, I already gave it to him, ripped myself open, and he still looks like he’s drowning. My lips tremble, my tears blur his face, and all I can do is choke the words back out, softer, messier, like they’re breaking me apart.
“I love you, Kai.”
His whole body jerks like I’ve struck him, but he still doesn’t kiss me. He just breathes me in like I’m the last oxygen left in the world, his hands trembling where they hold me, cock still pulsing deep inside like he’s too far gone to leave me even if he wanted to.
The second the words tumble out—wrecked, trembling, broken—his restraint shatters.
Kai crashes back into me like he’s been holding himself back for years, his mouth swallowing my sob, his kissnothing but raw hunger and desperation. His body moves with mine, brutal and tender all at once, like he can’t decide if he wants to destroy me or worship me.
I cling to him, nails digging, legs locked tighter around his waist, because I can’t survive the space between us, not after this. Every thrust feels like him carving himself into me, every kiss like him branding my soul.
“You hear me?” he groans against my lips, forehead pressed hard to mine, cock driving so deep I can’t breathe. “You don’t take it back. You don’t run. You’re mine, Scar. Say it—fuck, say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cry, my voice breaking. “I’m yours, Kai.”
And the sound he makes—half a snarl, half a sob—splinters me wide open. He kisses me harder, like my words are the only thing keeping him alive, like if I ever stop saying them he’ll collapse.
The fairground could burn to the ground around us and I wouldn’t move. It’s just me and him and the ruin we’ve made of each other.
