Page 104 of Brutal Union
His lips find the curve of my neck, just beneath my ear, and kiss the spot slowly—once, twice—before trailing lower. Each kiss is warm, deliberate, laced with both heat and possession. His mouth lingers at the hollow of my throat.
I don't move. Not yet. Not even as my pulse hammers beneath his mouth.
His hand slides down my spine, fingers grazing the curve of my lower back before he grips my hip roughly, pulling me flush against him. I can feel him already hard, pressing insistently against me through the layers of fabric separating us. My breath hitches—sharp and audible—and his lips curve into a smirk against my skin.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through me, setting every nerve on edge.
“Should I?” I tease breathlessly, though my knees are already shaky.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his fingers tighten in my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, and a shiver races down my spine. His other hand cups my ass,squeezing firmly as he grinds against me, the friction sending sparks of heat straight to my core.
He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Lay down.”
The command is simple but loaded, and I don’t hesitate. I step backward until my legs hit the edge of the low Japanese-style bed, dropping down onto the soft cushions. He follows immediately, his body hovering over mine, one hand braced beside my head while the other fists in my hair again. The tug sends a thrill through me, mixing pleasure with a hint of pain that only heightens the anticipation.
His lips crash onto mine, hot and demanding, swallowing the gasp that escapes me. His tongue slips past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that feels less like affection and more like domination. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his bare shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers as he shifts above me.
He breaks the kiss long enough to yank my kimono robe open, the fabric spilling to either side of my body but not fully removed. His eyes rake over me, taking in the sight of my bare skin beneath the silk, and I can see the hunger in his gaze. It’s almost feral.
“Keep it on,” he growls, settling between my thighs. His hand slides up my leg, pushing the hem of the robe higher until it bunches around my hips. His fingers brush against my panties, damp already from the intensity of his touch, and he groans low in his throat.
“You’re always so ready for me.”His words are almost a purr, and they send a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. Hisfingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside without another thought. Then his hand is back, sliding over my skin, parting my folds with a single finger that presses against my clit in slow, deliberate circles.
I gasp, arching into his touch, my nails digging into his shoulders as he teases me relentlessly. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans as his fingers work me closer and closer to the edge. But just as I’m about to tip over, he pulls away, leaving me trembling and desperate.
“Sho,” I whimper, my voice cracking with need.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he sits back on his heels, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. He doesn’t take them off—just pushes them down enough to free himself. My eyes drop to his cock, thick and hard, already glistening at the tip. My mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn’t give me the chance to indulge in anything more than a fleeting glance.
He leans over me again, his hand fisting in my hair once more as he positions himself at my entrance. His eyes bore into mine, intense and unyielding.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” I breathe, the words trembling on my lips.
“Say it louder.”
“I want it!” My voice is firmer this time, laced with desperation.
He smirks, satisfied, and then he’s pushing inside me in one swift thrust. I cry out, my body stretching to accommodate him, the sensation so intense it borders on overwhelming. He doesn’tgive me time to adjust—he starts moving immediately, setting a ruthless pace that leaves no room for thought.
His grip on my hair tightens, forcing my head back as he drives into me again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with my gasps and his guttural groans. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure through me, building a pressure deep inside that threatens to explode.
His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he fucks me with a single-minded intensity that leaves me powerless to do anything but take it. My nails rake down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake, and he growls in response, his pace quickening even further.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps, his voice rough with exertion.
“Yes,” I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Louder.”
“Yes!”I scream, the word torn from me as he angles his hips just right, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the way his relentless rhythm has me writhing beneath him. His hand leaves my hip, sliding up my body to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my robe. His thumb flicks over my nipple, the sensation sharp and electric, and I moan loudly, my back arching off the bed.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and possessive. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, the words spilling out without hesitation.
