Page 60 of You Were Always Mine
It’s so fucking wrong.
The heat of his palm burns through me until I can’t take it, until I yank back like I’ve touched fire. My body jerks, as if scorched, and then I stumble off the bed, my chest heaving, with bile clawing up my throat.
“Kai—”
The covers shift behind me, and when he sits up, I wish he hadn’t. Sheets sliding from his waist, shadows cutting over muscle and skin, every line of him screaming temptation I can’t survive. My thighs clench hard, traitorous, pressing together like I don’t hate myself.
“Baby,” his voice is low, gravel and sin. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, eyes burninginto me like he already knows I’m breaking. “Come back to bed. It’s okay.”
It’s not.
I shake my head so fast the room spins, hair sticking to my damp cheeks. “No, no, no…” My chest is collapsing, my throat tight, my heart jack hammering so loud it drowns everything else out.
But I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop spiralling. My body remembers every inch of him even while my mind is screaming to run.
And that’s the worst part —
I don’t know whose voice is mine anymore.
My chest won’t stop caving in, every breath sharp, every thought splintering. Wrong, wrong, wrong—it plays in my head like a chant, my body still aching with the memory of what he did, of what I let him do.
And then he’s there.
The mattress dips as Kai crosses the room, and before I can recoil, his fingers are in my hair, slow, steady strokes that make my throat tighten. His mouth brushes the top of my head, warm and tender.
“Baby,” he whispers, voice low, rasping, dangerous in its gentleness. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
I shake my head hard, tears burning, the words squeezing past my lips before I can swallow them. “It’s wrong. You’re my?—”
His hand slides to my jaw, firm, silencing me. His mouth is at my ear, cutting me off with a sharp breath. “Don’t say it, baby. Don’t fucking say it.”
And then he’s lifting me like I weigh nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His grip is iron on my thighs as he carries me back to the bed, laying medown as though I’m something fragile when we both know I’m already broken.
He hovers over me, his forehead pressing to mine, his voice a cracked whisper. “Are you sore, baby?”
Shame claws up my throat. I nod, small, pathetic, my cheeks wet with tears I can’t stop.
His thumb traces my jaw, slow, tender, his mouth brushing mine without taking. “Good,” he breathes, eyes burning into me. “Because it means you’ll never forget who put it there.”
“Do you want me to take it away, baby?” His voice is low, dangerous, the kind of whisper that coils in my stomach and steals the air from my lungs.
I can’t speak. I just stare at him, my whole body trembling, every thought splintered into shards.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.”
The command tears through me, shame and heat burning in the same breath. A whimper falls from my throat before I can stop it, and my thighs fall open, trembling as I give him what he wants.
Kai settles between them like he owns me, his shoulders broad, his eyes locked on me with something feral. Then his mouth is on me—slow, deliberate, devastating. His tongue drags up the seam of me, wet and hot, pressing exactly where I need him and then pulling away before I can break.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets, my hips jerking up. “Kai?—”
He holds me down, his hands iron on my thighs. “Shhh. Don’t rush me. You’ll take it how I give it.”
He eats me with a cruelty that feels like worship, every slow swirl of his tongue deliberate, every drag just shy ofenough. My sobs turn to moans, my moans to broken pleas, but he doesn’t stop.
He won’t let me have it.
My body coils tight, desperate, the edge right there—and then he slows again, licking me like I’m something sweet he’ll savour forever, like breaking me is the only thing he cares about.
