Page 87 of Chain Me

“Erik, please?—”

I silence her with my mouth between her legs, tongue finding her clit. She cries out, back arching off the bed, hands fisting in my hair. I lick her until she's shaking, begging, right on the edge.

“Come for me,” I command against her wetness. “Show me you're mine.”

She shatters with a scream that would wake the dead, her body convulsing as I tongue her through it. When the tremors subside, I kiss my way up her body, leaving marks on her ribs, her collarbone, anywhere I can reach.

“More,” she gasps, pulling at my shoulders. “I need your cock inside me. Now.”

I shed my remaining clothes and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock slick with her arousal. “Look at me when I fill you.”

Her blue eyes lock with mine as I push inside, inch by devastating inch. She's so tight, so perfect, her body welcoming me home.

“God, you feel—” I can't finish the thought. Can't think past the sensation of being buried deep inside her again.

“Move,” she demands, nails raking down my back. “Fuck me like you missed me.”

I pull out and slam back in, setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping my name. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by her moans and my harsh breathing.

“This is what you were made for,” I growl in her ear, each thrust deeper than the last. “Taking my cock. Being mine.”

“Yes,” she sobs, meeting my thrusts desperately. “Only yours. Always yours.”

The words shatter every wall I've built around my heart. This woman—fierce, brilliant, completely unbreakable—has claimed me as thoroughly as I've claimed her.

“I love you.” The confession tears from my throat without permission, raw and desperate against her lips. “Fuck, Katarina, I love you.”

Her body goes still beneath mine for one terrifying heartbeat. Then her hands frame my face, green eyes blazing with an intensity that stops my breath.

“I love you too,” she whispers, voice breaking on the words. “I love you, Erik.”

Something inside my chest cracks wide open. The careful control I've maintained for thirty-two years, the emotional distance that's kept me alive in this world—all of it crumbles with her admission.

I surge into her deeper, claiming her mouth in a kiss that tastes like salvation and damnation wrapped together. She moans into my mouth, her body arching to meet mine, taking everything I give her.

“Again,” I demand, pulling back to watch her face. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Her voice strengthens with each repetition. “I love you, I love you?—”

The words become a chant between us as I drive into her, my rhythm turning desperate. Every thrust pushes the confession deeper into her body, into her soul. Her nails rake down my back, marking me as permanently as I'm marking her.

“Mine,” I growl against her throat, biting down hard enough to bruise. “You're fucking mine forever.”

“Yes,” she gasps, legs wrapping tighter around my waist. “And you're mine. Say it.”

“Yours.” The admission comes easier than breathing. “Always yours.”

Her inner walls start to flutter around my cock, signaling how close she is. I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I need her to fall first. Need to watch her come apart while telling me she loves me.

“Come for me,” I command, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. “Come while you tell me you love me.”

“Erik—” Her back arches off the bed as the pressure builds. “I love you, I love you—oh God?—”

She shatters around me with a scream that echoes off the walls, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over her. The sight of her falling apart beneath me, the feeling of her clenching around my cock while she breathes my name like a prayer—it destroys me completely.

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