Page 18 of Let it Sizzle
She nods, gasping, tears shining in her eyes from how deep I’m inside her, from how good it feels to be taken like this.
I fist her hair at the base of her skull and tug gently, forcing her to look me in the eye while she rides me like a woman possessed.
"Look at me," I snarl, thrusting up into her. "I want you to see exactly who’s wrecking you."
Her mouth parts on a desperate moan, and the sight of it—her wild, needy, broken for me—is enough to unravel the last of my control.
I start fucking her up into the air, hard and fast, our bodies slamming together in a filthy, slick rhythm.
"Say it," I command, voice pure gravel. "Say you're mine."
"Yours," she gasps, barely able to speak through how hard she's panting. "Only yours."
"That’s right, baby," I whisper against her throat, grinding my hips into her, teasing her clit with my thumb in dirty, relentless circles.
"Now fucking come for me," I growl, "and don’t you dare take those pretty eyes off me while you do."
One more sharp thrust, one more flick over her clit, and she shatters—loud, messy, clenching so fucking hard around me it drags my orgasm right out of me, hot and deep inside her.
We collapse together, sweat-slick and trembling, breathing like we just survived the goddamn apocalypse.
And when I bury my face against her neck, pressing lazy kisses into her skin, I know one brutal, unshakeable truth.
I’ve wanted her and now she’s mine.
I don’t just feel it — I know it. In my blood, in my bones, in the way my heart won’t settle unless she’s in my arms.
I lay her down gently next to me, pulling the sheet over her body like I’m shielding something precious. Her chest rises and falls against mine, still a little unsteady, and I press a kiss to her forehead. Soft. Reassuring. Like a promise I’m making without even needing the words.
But I feel it the second she tenses.
I tilt her chin up with a finger. "Baby, you okay?"
She nods, but it’s not convincing. Her mouth moves before she can stop herself. "Byron’s not gonna be happy about this."
My heart squeezes.
Damn it. I don’t want to think about her brother right now — not when she’s still warm and sweet in my arms. Not when I can still feel the way she clung to me, trusted me, gave me every part of herself without hesitation.
But it’s Byron. Her brother. My best friend.
I get it.
I brush a strand of hair away from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. "Yeah," I murmur. "I hate keeping things from him too. But maybe... maybe we just keep this between us for now. Just until we’re ready."
Her eyes soften, and she lets out a shaky breath, like I took some of the weight off her chest. "I agree," she whispers. "Since I’ve been back, he’s been... more protective. Like he’s scared to let me out of his sight."
I nod, pressing another kiss to the corner of her mouth, unable to resist. "We’ll figure it out, baby. I’m not going anywhere."
She smiles then — a real smile — and damn if it doesn’t wreck me all over again.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
I shift slightly, meaning to pull her closer, but she moves too, sliding her soft, bare thigh over mine — and my cock twitches, hungry and ready like I haven’t just had the best sex of my life.
Chapter 5
Serena
