Page 118 of You Were Always Mine
He shakes his head, but I can feel him unravelling under every touch. His throat works as if he’s swallowing glass. I slide both hands to cup his face, forcing him to look at me. “You don’t get to tell me what I feel. I want you. All of you.”
His hands finally rise, rough palms closing over my wrists, not to push me away but to hold me there, his forehead pressing to mine, his breathing jagged. “Scarlett…” The way he says my name—it’s like he’s begging and warning me all at once.
His breath is a storm against my lips, ragged and broken, and then the restraint tears right out of him. One second he’s clutching my wrists like I’m porcelain, the nexthe’s shoving me back against the headboard, his mouth crashing into mine.
It isn’t gentle. It’s bruising, punishing, filthy—his teeth scraping, his tongue claiming, swallowing the gasp that rips out of me. My fingers claw into his hair, dragging him closer, because I can’t get enough, not when I’ve just shattered him and he’s shattering me back.
“You shouldn’t—” he growls into my mouth, grinding his body against mine, every word lost to the way I arch under him. His hand fists in my hair, jerks my head back, and his lips are at my throat, sucking, biting, marking. “—but you fucking do, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I sob, and my legs hook around his waist, pulling him closer, daring him to stop lying to himself. “I want you?—”
“Say it filthier,” he snarls, dragging his mouth down my collarbone, his hand already sliding between us, rough and claiming, finding me through the thin fabric. His fingers press hard, and I moan so loud I don’t care if the whole damn house hears.
“I need you,” I choke, bucking against his hand, shameless and trembling. “I need your cock, Kai.”
His growl vibrates against my skin, and his fingers tear the barrier aside, slipping over me—hot, slick, desperate. “Fuck, Scar, you’re drenched,” he whispers, filth wrapped in reverence, like he can’t believe it’s real. “All this for me.”
The guilt that was tearing him apart a moment ago is gone, burned to ash by hunger. He’s grinding against me, fingers working me open, his other hand pinning mine above my head. His eyes are feral when they find mine. “Tell me again you want me. Tell me so I never forget.”
His grip on my wrists is bruising, his breath ragged against my mouth like he’s seconds from snapping,and maybe that’s why I do it—why I move. Slow at first, dragging my hips against him, feeling the solid length of him through denim, the heat that pulses between us.
He groans low in his chest, a sound like a warning, but I don’t stop. I grind harder, pressing myself against him until my pulse is a drum in my ears. “See?” I whisper, breath catching. “You feel it too.”
His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut, jaw clenched so tight I think it might crack. “Scarlett—” It comes out like a growl, half-plea, half-threat.
But I roll my hips again, harder this time, dragging myself over him like I need it to survive. My thighs shake, shame and hunger tangled together, but I can’t stop. His hands slide from my wrists to my waist, digging in, as if he wants to lift me off—but instead he jerks me down tighter, grinding me cruelly against the thick hardness beneath his jeans.
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my voice breaking against his ear. “You can say it’s wrong all you want… but your body’s telling the truth.”
His eyes snap open, furious and wrecked all at once, and the way he drags me harder against him nearly rips a sob from my throat.
It’s dangerous, the way I keep moving on him—like every drag of my hips is playing chicken with a live wire. My body begs for fire, and Kai is the match.
His hands are iron at my waist, trying to hold me still but only forcing me down harder. I can feel how hard he is, straining against denim, and the cruel press of it has me whimpering before I can bite it back.
He leans in, his mouth brushing my ear, voice rough enough to scrape my bones. “You want to set me off, Scar?Keep grinding like that. Keep begging me to forget we’re supposed to stop.”
My thighs tremble, but I don’t stop. I rock forward, back, forward again, my clit dragging over the thick ridge in his jeans. Each grind sends sparks through me, shame clashing with heat until I’m dizzy.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his breath shuddering out like he’s losing the fight. His fingers dig deep into my flesh, hard enough to bruise, holding me in place—and then he pulls me even tighter against him, grinding me cruelly, showing me just how sharp the edge is.
I choke out a sound that’s half-sob, half-moan, my forehead pressing to his as tears sting my eyes. “Kai—please?—”
His lips hover a breath from mine, his whisper wicked, a vow and a threat all at once. “Careful what you ask for, baby. I’ll ruin you right here.”
The moment his zipper gives beneath my shaking hands, I don’t think—I can’t. I sink down over him, raw and reckless, the blunt stretch of him tearing a cry from my throat.
Kai’s head snaps back against the wall with a guttural curse, his fingers biting into my hips as if to rip me off him, but I grind harder instead, every inch of him filling me, splitting me, making me ache in the sweetest, filthiest way.
“Oh, fuck—Scar—” His voice breaks, ragged, torn between rage and surrender.
I ride him in desperate, punishing strokes, shame dripping from every moan that rips free of me. I feel how wet I am, obscene against the hard heat of his cock, each thrust dragging slick sounds into the air like proof of how far gone I am.
Kai drags me forward until my chest slams against his,his teeth scraping my jaw as he growls, “You shouldn’t—God, you shouldn’t—but look at you. Riding me like you were made for this cock.”
Tears spill hot down my face as I slam down harder, chasing the edge, whispering, broken, “I can’t stop—I can’t stop.”
His lips brush mine, cruel and tender in the same breath. “Then don’t. Fucking ruin yourself on me.”
