Page 109 of You Were Always Mine
“I do.” My words break against his lips. “I know exactly what I’m saying. I need you. I need your cock inside me—I can’t breathe without it—I want you, Kai, I fucking want you.”
The sound he makes is animal, feral, like I’ve just torn the last chain off him. He slams me back against the nearest wall, the rattle of the plaster trembling with the force, and I cling tighter, riding him through the denim like I’ll die if I stop.
His jaw presses hard against my cheek, his whisper hot, filthy, and wrecked: “Say it again.”
“I want you,” I cry, grinding harder, shameless, soaking. “I want you to fuck me, Kai, please—please don’t stop?—”
His eyes flash, wild and burning, and then there’s no warning—just the brutal crash of his mouth on mine, teeth and tongue, all fury and want. His hands tear at me like he’s been waiting his whole life to rip me open. Denim scrapes down my thighs, the sound of the zipper splitting under his fingers a snarl in the dark.
“Fuck, Scar,” he growls against my lips, slamming me back against the wall so hard the frame rattles. “You wanted me to lose it? You’ve got it.”
The air knocks out of me when he thrusts inside, hot and stretching, with no hesitation, no mercy. I gasp into his shoulder, nails carving down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist before I can even think. My body folds around him like it’s always been meant to.
He drives into me — rough, filthy, relentless, grinding me higher, higher, until my head thuds against the plaster. I’m sobbing, moaning, clinging, my shame burning as hot as my pleasure.
His lips crash against my ear, voice raw and ragged, almost breaking:
“You’re mine now. You fucking hear me? Mine.”
And still he pounds harder, each thrust slamming me further into the wall until I can’t tell if I’m breaking apart or finally becoming whole.
He slams into me, each thrust brutal, his breath hot against my ear, words spilling ragged between his teeth.
“Say it, Scar. Say who’s inside you. Say who owns this fucking body.”
My voice is a broken sob. “Y-you.”
“That’s right,” he snarls, driving me up the wall, his cock filling me deeper with every violent snap of his hips.
The shame claws through me, but my body betrays me, arching, tightening, soaking him. I’m crying, begging against his shoulder. “I can’t—I can’t?—”
“You will,” he growls, one hand fisting my hair, jerking my head back so he can watch me unravel. “You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut, and you’re gonna remember it every time you look at me.”
His words burn through me, filthy and devastating, and then I break. The orgasm rips me apart, violent, raw, my cry muffled against his neck as my body clenches around him, pulsing, soaking, humiliating.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses, biting down on my throat, grinding into me as I shake and collapse in his grip. “Look at you. Falling apart for me. My perfect fucking mess.”
And still he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it, dragging me higher, darker, like he’ll never let me go.
I go limp against him, my body useless, boneless, trembling from the inside out. Everything shattered every thought, and every nerve felt scorched. My nails drag down his back without meaning to, weak and trembling, like I’m clinging to him just to stay upright.
Kai doesn’t let me fall. His hands tighten, one on my hip, the other holding the back of my head, pressing my face into the heat of his throat. His heartbeat pounds wildly against my cheek, and I swear mine is trying to match it, both of us thundering, reckless, ruined.
“You’re done,” he rasps, breath broken, his lips moving against my hair. “You’re fucking done.”
Tears sting, sliding hot over my cheeks, though I don’t even know if they’re from pain, shame, or the orgasm thattore me to pieces. My chest hiccups, my body refusing to steady, and still he keeps me pinned between him and the wall, like he’ll never let me escape.
“Look at you,” he whispers, and it’s softer now, though still edged in something jagged. His thumb wipes the wet off my cheek even as more falls. “Wrecked. Mine. Always mine.”
I can’t answer. My throat locked tight, and all I could manage was a broken whimper, muffled into his skin.
He exhales hard, presses his forehead to mine, and I feel his breath shudder out like he’s fighting his own collapse too. For once, the world is silent around us—just the sound of our breathing, tangled, wrecked, inseparable.
Scarlett
My phone won’t stop buzzing. It feels like the whole mattress hums with it, a sick vibration crawling up my spine. I don’t want to look—I already know who it is.
Tyler.
