Page 118 of Only Mine
Her ass scoots on the marble, hands scrambling for purchase on the slick surface. I grab her wrists and pin them behind her, forcing her chest up and her body open, arching her back.
Wrenley wants to move, to take control, but I’m not ready to relinquish it yet. I keep her pinned, helpless, at my mercy. Each time I bottom out, she shudders, eyes rolling back, thighs tightening around my waist. I want to make her come again. I’d love to see how many times I can shatter her before she taps out.
“Fuck,” she gasps, voice gone thin and wild. “You’re … fuck, Saint?—”
“That’s right,” I say, pulling out just enough to make her whimper, then slamming back in, harder. “Say my fucking name.”
I fuck her slow, then hard, then slow again, never letting her settle, never giving her the rhythm she wants. It drives her insane. She’s panting, gasping, a string of curses and pleas leaking out between the shattered moans.
Her heart pounds so hard I can see it through her skin.Her nipples are dark and hard, the edge of the apron barely grazing them. I bend my mouth to one, biting just shy of pain, and she jerks like I’ve electrocuted her.
“Saint, please?—”
“Please what?” I ask, but I don’t stop. I circle her clit with my thumb while my cock stirs her up from the inside. She’s so tight around me I worry I’ll lose it too soon.
“Please, I need?—”
I let go of her wrists just to see what she’ll do. Wrenley doesn’t even try to fight me. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in, nails clawing, teeth scraping my jaw. She’s feral, all instinct and need.
She claws at my shoulders, nails raking down my arms, dragging me closer. I feel the sting and welcome it, want her to mark me the way I’m marking her. I want her to carry this everywhere, in every step, every breath, every goddamn day she tries to pretend she’s not mine.
“Why—” she gasps. “Why are you?—”
“Because I can.” My lips scrape against her ear. “Because you like it when I make you wait.”
I kiss her hard. Then I grab her ass, lifting her so I can fuck her at the perfect angle, the head of my cock stroking just right, over and over.
Wrenley comes apart in seconds, clinging to me, her body shuddering so violently I have to hold her up. Her nails rake my back, and she clamps her legs around me and rides my cock. I let her have it, let her fuck herself sick, and it’s almost enough to break my composure.
I’d love it if I could last longer and draw this out, but she’s too tight, too hot, and her moans are like a goddamn metronome counting down to my surrender.
I let myself come, holding her through the aftershocks, biting her shoulder as I spill inside her, filling her until itleaks down her thighs and onto the marble. I don’t pull out, not yet. I want her to feel me, want her to remember this every time she sits down at my counter to eat her morning yogurt.
We stay wound together, sweaty and sticky, her cheek pressed to my chest, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck. I wait for the world to return to a normal rhythm, for the pounding in my head to subside enough that I can string sentences together. When I finally look down, she’s got a lazy, blissed-out smile, eyes half lidded and glazed.
She swallows, then says, “You didn’t even let me try the risotto.”
For the first time in a long while, I respond with a full laugh.
TWENTY-SIX
WRENLEY
The risotto is perfect. Because of course it is.
I’m sitting at Saint’s counter in one of his faded, button-up plaid shirts, legs dangling, watching him move around his kitchen like he hasn’t just taken me apart one hundred different ways. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that ride low, nothing else, and his hair is still mussed from my hands. When I spot the marks I left on his shoulder when I bit down to keep from screaming, I look down and blush.
“More?”
He offers me a forkful.
“I’ll devour the entire bowl if you let me.”
The risotto melts on my tongue, creamy and rich, with just enough bite.
“Better than the carbonara?”
“Nothing’s better than that carbonara.” I steal the fork from him, take another bite. “But this is close.”
