Page 57 of You Were Always Mine
Her voice splinters on my name, the sound torn between a cry and a moan. And fuck, it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Louder,” I whisper against her lips, my tongue catching her gasp. “Let me hear you. Let the whole house hear you take me.”
She whimpers, grinding harder, clinging tighter, her legs shaking but refusing to let me go.
And I give her everything — slow, deep, filthy, tender — grinding with her until the walls between us are gone, and she’s nothing but sound and heat and mine.
Her legs are locked tight around my waist, dragging me deeper, grinding with me, and her moans spill louder, wetter, and filthier with every roll of her hips. She’s right there—so close I can feel her pulse clenching around me, her whole body trembling like she’s about to shatter.
And that’s when I slow.
I grind shallow instead, dragging my cock just inside her, enough to keep her walls fluttering but not enough to let her fall. Her cry cracks open against my mouth, desperate and broken.
“Kai—please—don’t stop?—”
“Shhh.” I kiss her wet cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears, whispering filth into her mouth. “Not yet, baby. I want you begging sweeter than this. Louder than this. Cry my name like it’s the only word you know.”
Her nails tear down my back, her moans pitching higher as I roll my hips in slow, teasing circles, grinding her clit against me but never giving her the thrust she needs.
She sobs, her breath ragged. “Ican’t—I need?—”
“You need me,” I growl, my lips pressed to her ear. “You need my cock. You need me to ruin you so bad you never forget your first. Say it. Say it while you’re falling apart.”
Her body jerks, trembling, her voice spilling out broken and filthy. “I need you, Kai—I need you—I’m begging—please let me?—”
But I don’t.
I keep her there, sweet and filthy, grinding her just to the edge, holding her on that cliff until her cries are nothing but my name.
Her cries split the air, raw and needy, her body rocking helpless in my lap, chasing what I keep pulling away. She’s soaked everywhere, clenching around me like she’s begging with her cunt as much as her mouth.
I drag my hand down between us, fingers finding that swollen little bundle of nerves slick and desperate. Her whole body jolts, a scream tearing from her throat.
“Fuck, Kai—please?—”
I circle her clit slow, cruel, the way I know will light her up. Her hips buck, grinding down on me, her moans breaking into sobs.
“That’s it,” I rasp, my mouth at her ear, my breath hot and shaking. “Rub yourself on my cock while I play with this pretty clit. Make yourself sing for me.”
She moans louder, her voice wrecked, the sound bouncing off the walls as she rides me, my fingers tormenting her. Her thighs quake, her walls clamp hard, she’s right there?—
And I stop.
Her scream rips the air, strangled, desperate, broken. She claws at my shoulders, sobbing. “Why—why are you doing this to me?”
My hand comes backto her waist, holding her tight, my forehead pressing to hers. My voice is soft, tender, but filthy enough to gut her.
“Because I want to own your every sound. I want you begging, crying, moaning until you forget your own name and only remember mine.”
Her tears streak hot across my cheek as she trembles, wrecked, still grinding, still needy, her body betraying her even as I deny her again.
Her walls squeeze around me like they’re trying to pull me deeper, drag me over the edge with her. She’s trembling, wrecked, her moans cracking into cries, her nails raking fire down my back.
And I deny her again.
I slow, grinding shallow, dragging my cock just enough to tease her clit, to keep her hovering, to make her sob in frustration.
“Fuck, Scar…” My breath is ragged, filthy against her ear. “Look at you. Soaking me. Begging like a little whore. And you’re still not gonna cum.”
