Page 58 of You Were Always Mine
She chokes on a sob, shaking her head against me, her voice breaking. “Kai—please—don’t?—”
I grab her chin, force her eyes on mine, even through the tears streaking her cheeks. “No one else will ever hear you like this. No one else will ever see you cry for cock. Only me. You understand?”
Her lips tremble, another moan breaking free, her hips bucking helplessly against me.
“Say it,” I snarl, grinding slow and filthy, making her clit drag over me with every cruel rock of my hips. “Say you’ll only ever cry like this for me.”
Her sob is half-scream, her voice cracking, ruined. “Only you—Kai, only you!”
I grin against her mouth, broken, feral, my forehead pressing to hers as she sobs.
“Good girl,” I whisper, dragging her down harder, keeping her on that knife’s edge, filthy and trembling. “Now ride it out for me. Cry louder. Beg filthier. Show me you’re mine.”
And I keep her there, grinding cruel and slow, making her drown in her own desperation until she’s nothing but sobs and sweat and my name.
Her body is wrecked, trembling, her voice gone hoarse from sobbing my name. She’s been teetering on that edge for what feels like hours, her nails buried in my back, her thighs clamped so tight around me it feels like she’ll break my ribs.
And I can’t take it anymore.
I snap.
My hips slam forward, burying myself deep in her, fucking her slow torment into hard, brutal thrusts. She screams, and her whole body convulses as the release tears out of her like it’s been locked behind her ribs.
“That’s it, Scar,” I growl, my forehead grinding into hers, sweat and tears mixing between us. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock. Show me who owns you.”
She shatters around me, her cunt squeezing so tight it’s almost unbearable, soaking me, clenching like she never wants to let me go. Her sobs twist into moans, raw, filthy, broken.
I hold her pinned, grinding deeper, riding her through every wave, whispering filth against her lips. “Good girl. My girl. First and last. Nobody else will ever get to feel this, Scar. Nobody.”
Her legs tighten, locking around me, clinging like she believes me, like she needs me to be the truth she can’t sayout loud.
And I keep thrusting, desperate and tender and ruined, drowning in her cries, in her body, in the sin I’ll never give back.
She breaks on me, her scream still echoing, her cunt spasming so tight around me it feels like she’s trying to pull me deeper, drag me into her bones. She’s sobbing, shaking, her body collapsing against mine—spent.
But I don’t stop.
I rut harder, grinding deep, relentless, tearing another raw cry out of her throat. She claws at me, whimpering, “Kai—I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” I rasp, my voice guttural, almost unhinged. “You’ll take every drop I give you. I’m gonna fuck you through it until your body remembers nothing but me.”
Her legs convulse around my waist, her sobs breaking into choked moans as the overstimulation burns her raw. Every thrust makes her twitch, makes her scream softer, wetter, filthier.
“Too much?” I whisper against her tear-stained lips, my cock slamming deep again, her walls fluttering helpless around me. “Good. I want you ruined, Scar. I want you crying my name when you can’t take anymore.”
She wails, trembling, but her hips still jerk weakly to meet mine, chasing what hurts, what breaks, what feels like me.
I groan, feral, dragging my mouth over her throat, biting hard enough to leave marks as I fuck her through every aftershock, wringing out every sob, every moan, every filthy sound she has left.
And I don’t let her breathe.
I don’t let her forget.
I make her mine with every overstimulated cry.
Her body convulses around me, raw and wrecked, every thrust making her twitch like she can’t take another second. But I don’t stop. I drive deeper, harder, grinding into her clit with every snap of my hips.
Her voice breaks, a scream tearing out of her throat. “Kai—please?—”
