Page 61 of You Were Always Mine
“Kai, please—” My voice cracks, raw and pleading, tears spilling down my temples.
He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes burning into mine. “No release, baby. Not yet. You’ll learn to live right here—on the edge. Cry for me. Beg sweeter. Louder. Make me believe you need me more than air.”
And then his mouth is on me again, slower, filthier, drawing it out until I’m nothing but a sobbing, shaking mess under his tongue.
I can’t move. He’s everywhere — his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my throat, his hand between my thighs moving so slow it feels like torture.
Every nerve in me is lit up, burning, begging. My hips twitch, my breath breaks into sobs. I try to swallow, but he hears them, eats them, thrives on them.
“Don’t,” he whispers against my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “Don’t chase it. I’m not letting you cum yet.”
I whimper, my nails tearing at the sheets, my legs shaking as he keeps me balanced on that impossible edge.
It’s unbearable. It’s heaven. It’s hell.
“Please—Kai—” I felt humiliated by my shredded voice. I hate the way I sound, but I can’t stop. “Please just let me?—”
His fingers slow, cruel, softer, dragging circlesthat make my whole body convulse but never give me what I need.
“Shhh.” His mouth brushes mine, his words a breath, a curse, a vow. “You’re staying right here, baby sister. Trapped. Mine. You’ll break for me when I say so—no sooner.”
The tears spill hotly down my cheeks. My hips lift anyway, desperate, betraying me, and he pins them down harder, grinding his palm into me until I sob his name like a prayer.
And I know he’s right.
I’m trapped here.
And I’ll take whatever he gives me.
The sound that rips out of me isn’t even human — half sob, half moan, ugly and raw. My chest heaves, my throat aches, my whole body trembles under the weight of him.
I’m begging without words now, just broken gasps, tears soaking into the sheets as his hand keeps moving slow, wicked, just enough to make me burn but never enough to let me fall.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice shaking with dark amusement. “Wrecked. Drenched. You’d do anything for me to let you cum, wouldn’t you?”
I shake my head, I nod, I don’t even know anymore — all I know is the fire between my legs, the ache clawing at me until I’m thrashing against him, but his grip is iron, unyielding.
“Say it,” he whispers, his breath hot against my mouth. “Say you’ll do anything.”
“I—” My voice breaks, splintered. “I can’t—please, Kai—I can’t.”
His fingers still pressing harder but not moving, the pressure made me sob harder. “That’s right,” he growls,low and filthy. “You can’t. Not without me. Not ever without me.”
I collapse under him, shaking, my body screaming for a release that never comes. My tears smear across his skin, my voice gone hoarse, and still he keeps me right there, caged in the torment he’s built for me.
And I hate him.
And I need him.
And I’ll die like this before he lets me go.
I think he’s done. I think he’s going to leave me ruined like this. My chest is heaving, my face wet, my whole body shaking.
But then his fingers move again.
Slow. Deliberate. Cruel.
I choke on a sob, my hips jerking despite myself, my thighs clamping around his wrist like I can trap the sensation and force him to let me cum.
