Page 195 of Burning Daylight
That nickname does her in, and she glares at me, even as she trembles beneath me. “Please put that big mouth to better use,” she bites, lifting her hips to grind her hot cunt against my dick. “Unless all that talk has always been justtalk.”
A groan tears itself straight from my chest.
Her breath stutters.
“You’re the one spread open and begging, baby. You think you’re in charge here?”
She smirks, rising as far she can and licking my neck. I hiss, tightening my grip on her arms, and thrusting forward just enough to nudge into her.
“You look like you needed the win,” she replies.
“Jesus,” I mutter, letting out a quiet laugh, even though my chest pulls so tight it makes the sound catch in my throat. “You’re so goddamn mouthy.”
I push my length in another inch.
She gasps, hips rocking up into me, and I hold myself steady above her, arms trembling from the effort it takes to not just sink into her and lose myself completely.
“Give it to me, Trouble,” she demands. “Stop torturing us both.”
I slide in to the hilt, her pussy clenching around me the second I’m bottomed out inside her.
Heat rushes through me; up my thighs, along my spine, bursting behind my eyes. She’s wet and tight and perfect, and I’m already fighting the edge.
“You feel that?” I whisper, pulling back out and then slamming back in. “The way you open up for me so fucking good?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“That’s allmine.” I bite down on her shoulder, my palm keeping her wrists pressed to the mattress. “This pussy. That sound you make when you come. The beats of your heart and the thoughts in your head. All of it.Mine.”
I release her arms now, and her legs lock around my waist, her hands shooting to the back of my neck and pulling me down until we’re chest to chest.
Heart to heart.
Her thighs tremble.
“You’re mine, too,” she replies, the way she always does when I get possessive like this.
I love it—the way she has to make sure we’re equals in every way, even in this. Because she’s right. I’m hers. Only hers. Forever.
“Of course I’m yours.” I press the words into her mouth. “I feel you everywhere, Juliette. You’re in my goddamn bones.”
I start up a faster rhythm, fucking her harder, and her heels dig into my lower back, urging me deeper. Every thrust is brutal and full of need, our slick skin slapping, her body rising to meet me over and over.
And right now, nothing exists outside of this.
No danger.
No death.
No blood feud.
Justus.
The way it’s supposed to be.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand. “Let go. I want tofeelit.”
She breaks.
