Page 36 of Boards & Betrayal

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I opened my eyes and met his gaze, the raw intensity there nearly undoing me. “I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

“Louder,” he commanded, his movements becoming even more forceful.

“I’m yours!” I cried out, unable to hold back any longer.

“Again,” he ordered, his pace relentless.

“I’m yours! Oh God, Thomas, I’m yours!” The words tumbled out of me like a confession, each syllable bringing me closer to release.

His expression softened for a moment before hardening again with determination. “That’s right,” he growled, his thrusts driving deeper and faster. “You’re mine. Always."

The world dissolved into a blur of sensations. The buildup was a slow, relentless climb, each thrust of Thomas's hips sending shockwaves through my body. I felt every inch of him, hot and insistent, filling me in ways that made my breath hitch and my heart race.

My skin tingled where his hands roamed, his fingers digging into my hips with a possessiveness that bordered on painful. It was a pain I welcomed, grounding me in the reality of this moment. The friction between us was electric, a spark that ignited into a full-blown fire.

My vision blurred as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to light up, each touch, each kiss amplifying the intensity. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only Thomas and the heat between us.

I gasped as the first wave of my orgasm hit, a powerful surge that started deep in my core and radiated outward. My muscles tightened involuntarily, my back arching off the bed as I cried out his name. The sound echoed in the room, mingling with the rhythm of our labored breaths.

The pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out everything else. I could feel every inch of him inside me, the sensation heightened by the contractions of my orgasm. It was like being pulled under by a wave—intense and all-consuming. Each pulse sent another jolt of ecstasy through me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

Thomas's name escaped my lips again, this time a broken whisper as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over me. My hands clung to him desperately, fingers digging into his back as if he were the only thing anchoring me to reality.

His pace never faltered, driving deeper into me with each thrust, prolonging the intensity of my release. The sensation was almost too much to bear; it felt like every part of me was on fire. My skin burned where he touched me, each kiss and caress stoking the flames higher.

As the orgasm finally began to subside, I lay there panting beneath him, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. Thomas slowed his movements slightly but never stopped, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

In that moment, everything else faded away—the past hurts, the unresolved grief—all replaced by the raw connection between us. It was a connection I had tried so hard to deny but could no longer ignore. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew he felt it, too.

Thomas followed moments later with a guttural moan that vibrated through both of us. His face contorted with a mix of pleasure and intensity, eyes squeezed shut, and brows furrowed as he reached his peak. I felt the warmth of his release, a final, raw connection between us that left me breathless.

His muscles tensed beneath my fingers, every line of his body defined in the dim light of the room. The usually controlled and guarded man was now undone, his vulnerability open forconsumption in this moment of ecstasy. His dark hair clung to his forehead with sweat, and his lips parted as he gasped for air.

As the last waves of his climax subsided, Thomas collapsed onto me, his weight comforting rather than oppressive. We lay there, bodies intertwined, chests heaving in unison. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breaths and the faint hum of city life outside.

I reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face, my fingers lingering on the stubble of his jawline. His eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, I saw something in them that I'd never seen before—an openness, a softness that contrasted sharply with the usual intensity.

"Ally," he whispered, his voice rough and low.

"Thomas," I replied softly, my own voice barely more than a breath.

We stayed like that for a while longer, savoring the afterglow and the rare intimacy between us. I knew this moment wouldn't solve all our problems or erase the past, but it was a step—a fragile bridge over turbulent waters.

Eventually, Thomas rolled off me and onto his side, pulling me close against him. His arms wrapped around me protectively, as if afraid I'd disappear if he let go. I nestled into him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek.

In that quiet moment, with our bodies still entwined and the world outside forgotten, I allowed myself to believe that maybe—just maybe—things could be different this time.

As we finally came down from the high, he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead before resting his forehead against mine again.

“You belong to me,” he murmured softly but firmly.

And for the first time in a long time, I believed it.

I couldn't let myself worry about the past, about Nick, about the fact that Tom came in me.

I just wanted to forget everything for a bit.

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