Page 38 of Faith Among Monsters

“Dax,” I breathe, my hands sliding up his chest. Solid muscle shifts under my palms, the heat of him burning through his shirt.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he growls, his mouth moving to the curve of my neck. His teeth scrape lightly against my skin, followed by the heat of his tongue.

My body responds before my brain can catch up, arching into him as my fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. The adrenaline pumping through me blurs the lines between fear, need, and something far more dangerous.

I tilt my head, giving him better access as his mouth continues its slow, devastating assault on my neck.

“Dax, when this is over…” I start, my voice trembling.

He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. His gaze burns into me, a mix of intensity and something deeper, something raw.

“When this is over, you’re mine,” he says, the words more a declaration than a promise.

My heart skips a beat, the weight of his words hitting me harder than I expect.

And the truth is, I don’t even know what “over” looks like anymore.

“I am… yours,” I say, the words spilling out, heated and desperate. My hands cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Every time you step away from me, it could be the last.”

The truth slips out, raw and undeniable, and the heavy sigh he lets out seems to echo it.

Wilkes will be here any second to take him away. Back into danger.

“Outside, zombies are eating inmates, making more zombies.” My voice trembles, but my resolve doesn’t. My whole body is vibrating, adrenaline mixing with something darker, hotter, desperate. “Here, now, is all we have.” I swallow hard, my pulse pounding. “Now. Fast,” I beg, the words ripping out of me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

But if I’m insane, then so is he.

Because he doesn’t hesitate.

Dax’s hands move fast, rough, unrelenting, as he rips his zipper down. The sharp, electric sound of it echoes between us.

I don’t wait. I can’t. My fingers fumble at the waistband of my pants, yanking them down so fast my boots tangle in the fabric. I curse, stumbling, but he’s already on me.

His jeans slide down his thighs, not all the way. Just enough.

It’s all we need.

His hands grip my thighs, tight, bruising, and then I’m airborne. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, his strength effortless, the raw power of him making my breath catch.

My back slams against the wall, the cold concrete biting into my skin, grounding me in the chaos.

Then he’s inside me.

Hard. Deep. No teasing. No patience. Just raw, brutal need.

A sharp gasp leaves my lips, but it’s swallowed by his mouth as he devours me. His stubble scrapes my jaw, his teeth graze my throat, and fuck, he’s everywhere.

My nails dig into his back, dragging, holding on for dear life.

Each thrust is a command, a claim, driven by something fierce and possessive. The heat of him, the power behind him, makes my mind go blank.

He growls my name, low and dangerous, sending a shiver straight down my spine. His hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging in so hard it’ll leave bruises, evidence.

Proof I was his before the whole fucking world collapsed.

I grind against him, chasing the friction, pushing myself over the edge, fast and reckless. I shatter, my cry swallowed by his mouth as I come hard, body clenching tight around him.

The sound he makes is primal. A rough, guttural groan as he drives into me one last time and follows me over the edge.

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