Page 100 of Brutal Union
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Let go.”
I collapse back onto the cushions, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Sho watches me with hungry eyes, his own breathing just as erratic as he pulls off his pants, revealing the hard length of his cock. He strokes himself slowly, his gaze never leaving mine as he moves to hover over me, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I nod frantically.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. And then he’s inside me, filling me completely in one swift thrust. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist as he starts to move, each stroke driving me closer to the edge again. His pace is relentless, every snap of his hips hitting that sweet spot inside me until I’m completely lost in the sensations coursing through my body.
He pauses mid-thrust, his body taut above me, as he pulls out, a needy little groan leaving my lips, but before I can react, his hands are on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that sends a thrill through me. The cushions beneath my knees are soft yet firm, grounding me as I feel him shift behind me. My breath catches in my throat, anticipation coiling low in my belly.
“Sho—” I start, but his hands are already gripping my hips, pulling me back toward him. His chest presses against my back, hot and solid, and I can feel the length of him hard and insistent against my ass. My fingers dig into the cushions, the leather cool against my palms, while his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. His teeth graze my shoulder, a sharp bite that makes me gasp, and then his hands are spreading me open, positioning himself at my entrance once more.
I press my forehead into the cushions, my body arching instinctively as he thrusts into me with a force that steals my breath. There’s no hesitation, no gentleness—just raw,unrelenting possession. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me back to meet every deep, deliberate stroke.
Mine, his movements seem to say, his breath hot against my skin.Always mine.
I moan, the sound muffled by the cushions, my nails clawing at the leather beneath me. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me, building that familiar tension in my core. He’s relentless, his pace unyielding, and I can feel the sweat slicking our skin where we’re pressed together.
“Harder,” I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice. He obeys without hesitation, driving into me with a force that pushes me further into the cushions. My body trembles with the intensity of it, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge. His hand slips around my hip, his fingers finding my clit, and the dual sensation is almost too much.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice a low growl that reverberates through me. And I do, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. He follows moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself deep inside me, his groan hot against my skin.
For a moment, we’re both still, panting and trembling, our bodies slick with sweat. Then he eases himself out gently, as he shifts beneath me, before pulling me down onto his chest. I curl against him, my ear pressed to his racing heartbeat, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close.
“I love you,” I whisper, the words slipping out before I can think about them. His arms tighten around me, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice soft but certain. I close my eyes, letting the warmth of his body seep into mine, and for the first time I feel safe. I feel loved.
24
SHO
Nadia’s headrests on my chest, her breathing a slow rhythm, the warmth of our bodies creating a sweet layer of sweat, reminding me of the storm we’ve just survived.
Her hair is strewn along her perfect figure, and she snores just a little on every third breath. But aside from her appearance, she is mine, and that’s all I need.
The weight of her feels right—grounding me in a way that battle never can. I run my hand along the curve of her spine, savoring the rise and fall of her breath, the gentle heat radiating from her skin. For all her sharp edges, for all the venom she keeps locked behind those blue eyes, here she is—peaceful, unguarded. Vulnerable, but not weak.
Her fingers twitch against my stomach, unconsciously tracing over the scar she once left on me. It makes me smile. Even in sleep, she brands me.
Outside, the forest groans, the birds chirp the happy little tune I once sneered at—but right now the early afternoon sun barelymakes an appearance, silence wraps around us like silk, and I pull her closer to me, relief after all this time.
She murmurs something in Russian, half-asleep. I don’t need to understand the words. Her voice alone undoes something in me that I’ve spent years trying to seal off.
“I could kill you in your sleep,” she whispers groggily, lips brushing my chest.
I chuckle. “You’d never get the chance. I’d wake up the moment you reached for the knife.”
“You think you know me so well,” she mumbles, the threat softening into a sigh as she presses her mouth to my skin.
I slide my hand into her hair, gently tugging her head back just enough to see her face. Her lashes flutter open, sleepy but sharp, daring me.
“I do know you,” I say. “Every wicked little thought. Every scar. Every lie you tell yourself to survive. I know you.”
She studies me for a beat, then smirks. “Then you know I’ll leave you eventually.”
“Maybe,” I admit, brushing my lips against her temple. “But not tonight.”
