Page 48 of You Were Always Mine
Her scream shatters in my chest, her hips jerk up into my hand, but I don’t give her what she’s begging for. Not yet.
I drag my fingers slow, filthily and deliberately, circlingher clit until her thighs tremble, until her sobs twist into something high and desperate.
“Fuck, Scar,” I whisper against her hair, my voice breaking. “So wet for me already. So perfect.”
Her hands claw at me, pulling, shaking, her words spilling between sobs. “Please… please don’t stop. I need it, Kai. I need to forget.”
I kiss the corner of her wet cheek, my thumb brushing more tears away even as my fingers work her harder. “You don’t need to forget. You just need to remember this. My hands. My touch. Nobody else’s.”
She whimpers, her hips grinding down helpless against my palm, chasing it, but I slow again, pulling her back from the edge.
She cries out, broken, nails biting into my shoulders. “Why—why are you doing this?”
My mouth brushes her ear, my words guttural and soft at once. “Because I want you to beg me, Scar. I want you to know the difference. Him, you froze. Me, you fall apart.”
Her body shudders under me, her sobs turning into ragged moans as I circle her clit harder, faster—then slow again, holding her right at the edge until she’s gasping, until her tears soak my neck.
Her voice cracks, pleading and filthy all at once. “Please, Kai. Don’t make me wait. Please—make me yours.”
And my chest caves, because that’s what I’ve always wanted?—
and what I swore I’d never take.
She’s a wreck in my arms, every sob rolling into a gasp, every gasp breaking into a moan. My fingers work her with ruthless care — circling, pressing, dragging her up, then easing back just before she falls. Againand again.
Her thighs shake, her nails claw at me, her voice tears out ragged. “Please, Kai—please, I can’t?—”
“You can,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers, my breath hot and shaking. “You will. You’ll take everything I give you and nothing else. Do you understand?”
She sobs harder, hips bucking, chasing me, but I slow again, holding her there, trembling on the edge. Her tears spill onto my lips as I kiss them away, whispering filth against her mouth. “Look at you. Falling apart for me.”
Something in her snaps.
With a choked cry, she shoves at my chest, climbing into my lap, straddling me with a wild, broken desperation. Her thighs cage my hips, her hands fisting my shirt as she grinds down against me, dragging herself hard over the bulge in my jeans.
“Fuck, Scar—” The word rips out of me, guttural, my hands clamping to her waist.
Her tears streak her cheeks, but her eyes blaze, wet and ruined. “I can’t stop,” she sobs, her body grinding harder, ragged and filthy. “I can’t stop, Kai. Please—please don’t let me stop.”
Her hips rock faster, her soaked pussy dragging against me, her cries shattering the silence. My chest heaves, my jaw tight, my whole body shaking under her as she rides me like it’s the only way she can survive.
“Jesus Christ,” I rasp, my head falling back, my hands gripping her tighter. “You’re gonna kill me, baby sister.”
And still she grinds, sobbing, lost, breaking in my arms?—
and I know I’m gone.
She’s wild on top of me, her thighs tight against my hips, grinding down hard, chasing what I won’t give her.Her sobs spill into my throat, her nails tear at my shirt, her voice breaks.
“Please, Kai—please—I can’t?—”
Her hips jerk, frantic, desperate, and I feel the wet heat through her jeans, soaking, dragging rough against me. It’s killing her. Killing me.
My hands grip her waist, trembling. “Scarlett…”
She shakes her head, crying harder, clawing at the button of her jeans. “I can’t feel you like this—I need—” Her fingers fumble, frantic, until I cover them with mine, my chest splitting as I rip the button loose.
The denim gives under my hands, sliding down just enough for me to feel the thin stretch of her panties against me. She gasps, broken, grinding harder now, the wet fabric catching on me, dragging her clit until she screams.
