Page 109 of Yours, Now and Always
“Fuck, Gage.” I pant through every rough thrust. “I fucking missed you.”
He slams deeper, harder, as he braces one hand on the bed beside my head, the other gripping my thigh as he drives into me.
“You’re mine,” he grits, jaw clenched, eyes on mine like he’s burning this moment into memory. “All fucking mine. No one gets this pussy but me. No one gets this body. This mouth.This fucking heart.”
“Yours,” I whimper. “Yours. Always.”
He lets out a growl that sounds more animal than human, then grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand.
“Keep them there,” he orders, voice thick with authority and need.
He grabs my thigh and hauls it higher, so he can drive into me at a different angle.
Then he fucks me like he’s lost his goddamn mind.
Every thrust is brutal.
He’s deeper than I’ve ever felt him. Relentless.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, filthy and perfect.
He’s gritting curses through his teeth, panting against my neck, slamming his cock in so hard that each thrust rips a sound from my throat.
He’s everywhere. Consuming me. Filling me.
And I want more.
I wantallof it.
The pace. The pressure. The desperate, growled filth that tells me just how far gone he is.
I moan his name on repeat, fingers gripping, body trembling.
I can’t speak. I can’t think.
I’m justhis.
There’s no gentleness in him now. No control. Just raw, unfiltered need.
The kind that’s been building.
The kind that’s only for me.
“Look at me, Princess,” he demands. “Look at me while I ruin you.”
My eyes meet his.
Andgod, I shatter all over again.
He sees everything.
How desperate I am.
How wet I am.
How much Iloveitwhen he fucks me like he owns me.
My hands clutch uselessly at the sheets. My breath comes in broken gasps. My skin’s slick with sweat.
