Page 85 of He Sees You
I look like what I am: a woman who chose darkness and found herself in it.
His eyes meet mine in that mirror, dark and hungry, reflecting the flames that dance across our bodies.
He kneels between my legs, his broad shoulders blocking the fire's heat for a moment as he spreads my thighs wide.
The bear skin rug prickles softly against my bare ass and back, a contrast to the roughness of his calloused hands gripping my inner thighs.
"Spread for me," he growls, his voice low and commanding, but there's an edge of reverence now, like I'm not just his to take but his to cherish in this fucked-up way we've carved out together.
I obey, parting my legs further, exposing my slick pussy to the warm air and his gaze.
My folds are already swollen, aching from the adrenaline of the night, from the blood we've spilled side by side.
He leans in, his breath hot against my clit, before his tongue flicks out, lapping at me roughly.
I gasp, my hips bucking up as he sucks my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to send a sharp sting through the pleasure.
"Fuck, you taste like victory," he murmurs against my wet skin, his words vibrating through me.
His tongue delves deeper, thrusting into my entrance, fucking me with it while his fingers dig into my thighs, leaving fresh imprints over the bruises Jake's hands left behind.
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, grinding my pussy against his face.
"More," I demand, my voice husky, no longer the victim begging but the partner claiming what's hers.
He groans in approval, the sound rumbling from his chest as he adds two thick fingers, shoving them inside me without warning.
They stretch me, curling to hit that spot that makes my toes curl into the fur rug.
He pumps them hard, in and out, his mouth never leaving my clit, sucking and biting until I'm writhing, my juices coating his chin.
"That's it, take it," he says, pulling back just enough to watch his fingers disappear into my dripping hole.
His free hand slides up my body, pinching my nipple hard, twisting it until I cry out.
The pain mixes with the building heat in my core, turning it into something filthy and perfect.
I can feel the scratches on my breasts from earlier, the ones he traces now with his thumb, smearing a faint trace of dried blood across my skin.
He rises up on his knees, his cock straining against his pants, thick and hard, the outline making my mouth water.
I reach for him, but he grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head with one hand while the other keeps fucking me with those relentless fingers.
"Not yet. I want you begging first." His dominance is there, protective in its intensity, but now it's laced with equality—we're both stained by tonight, both owning this moment.
"Please," I whimper, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he adds a third, stretching me wider, preparing me for what's coming.
The fire crackles beside us, casting shadows that make his muscles ripple as he works me over.
Sweat beads on his forehead, mixing with the remnants of Jake's blood on his skin.
It turns me on more, knowing we're marked the same.
He releases my wrist only to yank his shirt over his head, revealing the scars across his chest—old ones from his own dark past, new ones from the fight.
I sit up slightly, running my nails down his abs, scratching hard enough to draw thin lines of red.
He hisses, his eyes flashing with lust and pride. "Mark me more," he says, voice rough. "Show me you're mine as much as I'm yours."
