Page 100 of F*ckboys

"You're mine now," I murmur as I ride him even harder, taking control of our dance.

My nails dig into his shoulders. "Say it."

"I'm yours," he gasps out.

I bite down on his neck, and he hisses.

"And you're mine," he says through gritted teeth.

"That's better."

Our bodies grind together in a rhythm that feels primal, desperate. His skin tastes salty where I've kissed him, and his scent is all musk and lust. It's intoxicating.

"Fallon," he whispers, his voice raw. "Please."

I lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Why so much talking?"

"Fallon—"

I grind down on him, savoring the feel of him inside me. "Shut up and enjoy it."

And that's when I start moving faster, my body slamming against his, our hips meeting in a frenzy.

"You're mine," I repeat, arching my back and crying out as I climax around him.

He follows quickly, his body shuddering underneath mine. His warmth fills me, and I hiss as I ride out his orgasm.

We stay like this for long moments, his heavy breathing mixing with mine, hearts racing as we try to catch our breath.

Finally, I release him from the cuffs and roll off, feeling turned on and satisfied in a way I never have before. He watches me, his eyes dark and full of so many emotions.

"Fallon… I'm not going anywhere."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to leave you," he clarifies. "I want to sleep here tonight."

I hesitate but nod finally. I curl up next to him, our bodies touching from hip to shoulder.

I allow myself a slight smile, content for the first time in years.

"You're going to stay?" I have to make sure I didn't mishear him.

"Yes," he replies, his hand trailing down my side. "I'm going to stay."

We drift off to sleep, holding each other tightly, our twisted love story continuing into the night.

Early the next morning, I wake to find Aksel watching me, a pensive look on his face.

"What is it?" I ask, stretching languidly. My body thrums with echoes of pleasure that I long to recreate over and over again.

He shakes his head. "Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking...there's so much about you I never suspected. Layers upon layers." His gaze turns inward. "Part of me worries there are sides to you I won't like as much. That I've created this perfect illusion of you in my head, that I've built you up to be something impossible."

"Oh great, so keeping expectations low then. A nice, achievable bar." I glare at him.

He shakes his head. "But that's the thing. I want to know all of you, Fallon. The good and the bad and everything in between."

I sit up, ignoring the protest of sore muscles, and cup his cheek. "You already do. Last night...that was me. All of me."

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