Page 24 of Edge
“Not the reaction I was expecting, baby,” I growled, my voice low enough to rattle in her chest where it was pressed to mine.
Her body jumped when my cock flexed deep inside her, the hard twitch making her gasp. Her breath hitched, back arching, and a shiver wracked her body. I clamped her jaw in my palm, forcing her to look at me, to see the green fire burning through her wide-eyed silence.
“Say it back,” I ordered, my voice dark, like silk over steel. “Or I’ll drive you to the fucking edge and hold you there, buried so deep you’ll feel it every time you sit down for the next week. And I won’t let you come until you’re hoarse from screaming it.”
Her blush flared hot across her cheeks, blooming down her throat. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, biting down like she was weighing her options—but the little curve tugging at her mouth gave her away.
My growl rumbled deeper, vibrating between us.
That did it. Her laugh spilled out, soft and bright, the sound wrapping around me like a fuse being lit. She brushed her lips against mine and whispered, breathless but certain, “I love you too, Tatum.”
The words hit me harder than a bullet.I love you too, Tatum.
They washed through me, scouring the grime that lived under my skin, cleansing me in a way nothing ever had. For thefirst time in years, the storm in my chest went quiet—and then the need roared back twice as loud.
I needed to brand her. To mark her so deep she’d never forget that I loved her. That I’d claimed her. That she was fucking mine.
My cock throbbed inside her, already straining for more. My lips brushed her ear, my voice dark with promise. “Gonna make you scream it anyway,” I growled, teeth scraping her jaw.
Her breath caught, blue eyes widening again as my hips rolled slowly and deliberately, making her shiver. “Every time you fall apart on my cock, you’ll remember who you belong to. You’ll remember you’re mine.”
With a rough growl, I tore myself out of her slick heat, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up before she could catch her breath. My fist tangled in her hair, dragging her head back so her throat arched, cheek pressed into the pillow. She gasped, the sound sharp and desperate, her back bowing as I lined up and slammed back inside her in one hard stroke.
Her cry ripped the air, high and broken, her body clenching around me like she couldn’t decide whether to fight or beg for more. I covered her with my chest, sweat-slick skin sticking to hers, my weight pinning her down like I was branding her into the mattress.
My mouth found her ear. “You think saying it once was enough, baby?” I gave her hair another sharp tug, making her whimper. “No. I’m gonna fuck it out of you again and again, until it’s all you can say. Until the only thing in your head is me.”
Her whimper was still in the air when I shifted, bracing one hand hard on the small of her back, the other clamping her hip in a bruising grip. I pulled out just long enough to feel her cry of protest, then slammed back in with one brutal thrust that punched another ragged moan from her lips. The bedframe groaned, the headboard thudding against the wall with every savage snap of my hips.
“Hell, yes.” My teeth bared in a grin as I ground deeper. “That’s it—take every fucking inch.”
Her muffled moans bit into the pillow, but not from pain. Her back arched under me, pushing that sweet ass higher, offering me more. She was panting, shuddering, and meeting my thrusts even when they rattled her bones, her body clenching down on me like she couldn’t get enough.
I pulled her tighter against me, the angle perfect for pounding into her with relentless force. Each slam drove my cock into the tight clutch of her pussy, wet and hot, gripping me like she was made for this. Made for me.
“Pretty little pussy was built just for me,” I growled against her ear, my voice low and rough, every word dragging heat down her spine. “Nobody else gets this. Nobody else ever will.”
She gasped my name—soft, shaky, broken between breaths. It wasn’t enough. I fisted her hair and yanked her head back so I could hear her better, see her flushed face as she cried out. “Say my name again while I ruin you.”
“Tatum!” The sound tore out of her, high and wrecked, her body trembling but grinding back into me, desperate for more.
“Good girl,” I snarled, pistoning into her harder, relentless now. “Now tell me you love me. Say it while I’m buried inside you.”
“I-I love you,” she cried, voice breaking on a moan, her eyes squeezed shut as her body spasmed around me.
Her pussy fluttered like it was trying to drag me deeper, her nails clawing at the sheets, knuckles white. She was shaking, but every sound spilling from her lips was need, every gasp pure pleasure.
“Yeah, baby.” I kept thrusting, claiming her with every inch. Her body shook under me, her moans breaking apart into desperate, helpless cries. The headboard hammered in timewith us, the room filled with the raw music of skin, sweat, and possession. “That’s what I want. Scream for me.”
I wasn’t done. Not even close. My fist tightened in her hair, and I hauled her up, dragging her back against my chest with a grunt. Her startled cry broke into a moan when my cock slammed deeper from the new angle, her spine arching hard against me.
Her head tipped back onto my shoulder, throat bared and mouth open on desperate little sounds that went straight to my cock. Her nipples were pebbled, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust as my grip in her hair kept her upright.
“That’s it.” My free hand clamped low on her belly, pinning her to me as I drove in again, harder and relentless. “Ride it, baby. You feel me splitting you open? That’s all mine.”
Her thighs trembled, her body fluttering around me, so fucking tight it was like her pussy was trying to wring me dry. I snarled and yanked her head back farther, making her whimper. “Eyes open.” My voice was rough as gravel. “Look at me.”
Her lashes fluttered, trying to hide, but I wasn’t letting her. I twisted her chin just enough, forcing her head sideways until she could see me in the mirror hanging across from the bed. My green eyes bored into hers over her flushed, wrecked reflection, both of us slick with sweat and want.
