Page 160 of We Are Yours
His intoxicating thrusts were almost as pained as the stare in his eyes. I felt his heart pounding against my back.
His kisses reached deep within the depths of my soul, and his strong hands and muscular body possessed me in ways I’d never experienced before.
I came hard.
Fast.
Falling forward.
Coming undone.
“Good girl…” he coaxed in a strangled tone, hanging on by a thread. “Kitty, your pussy was made for me… You were made for me…”
“Please, please, please…”
Quicker.
Harsher.
Deeper.
I didn’t want him to stop, terrified of what would happen when he did.
His torment.
His demons.
The loss of his family.
“Uh…” I moaned, not wanting this to end.
I let him take me, have his way with me, aware he was trying to fuck me out of his heart.
His mind.
His soul.
However, it had the opposite effect, and it was that way for me too.
We were the same, and I was beginning to think we always had been.
I was never one of those girls who used sex as a weapon or was on the receiving end of it. I never thought it would be this easy to turn desire into power and use it against me. Somewhere between Julius leaving me and Kraven pulling me closer to him, I got caught in the truth I’d been pretending didn’t exist.
Their mother warned me.
Once we caught our breaths, he murmured into my neck, “This changes everything between us, Isla.”
He’s right.
There was no pretending after this.
No forgetting his mouth on mine.
His body on top of mine.
His dick inside me.
The way my heart didn’t hesitate to heal his.
