Page 47 of You Were Always Mine
Her voice dissolves into another sob, her body shuddering as she drags me against her harder, her thighs clamping around my wrist.
And I break inside.
Every part of me screams to rip my hand away, to save her from me. But every plea that falls from her lips pins me deeper, traps me in this moment until my chest is splitting, my self-control hanging by a single fraying thread.
My forehead slams to hers, my breath tearing out hot and ruined. “Fuck, Scar…”
Because if she begs me again?—
I don’t know if I can stop.
Her body writhes under my hand, her sobs jagged, each one shredding me more. I’m on the edge, every muscle trembling, my restraint hanging by nothing.
Then she says it.
“When it happened—” her voice cracks, wet and broken, her fingers clawing into my arm, “when he touched me… all I could think about was you.”
The words slam into me, burning me alive.
Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling harder, but her voice doesn’t stop. It comes out in gasps, filthy and ruined. “Your hands, Kai. I wanted your hands instead. I wanted it to be you. Not him.”
My breath tears out of me, guttural, my forehead pressed hard to hers as my chest shakes like I’m coming apart.
She sobs harder, her hips rocking against my hand, her words raw and obscene in the quiet. “I imagined it was you—your fingers, your mouth, your body—every second he touched me I was begging inside for it to be you.”
My body goes rigid, my pulse violent, my vision swimming.
“Scarlett,” I rasp, my voice breaking, “don’t?—”
But she clings tighter, her wet face crushed to mine, her sobs turned to pleas. “Please, Kai. Make it real. Make it yours. Take it away. I can’t breathe with him still on me—I need you.”
Something inside me snaps, loud and final, and I know?—
I’m not coming backfrom this.
Her nails bite through my shirt, her body twisting under my hand, every sob turning sharper, filthier.
“Please, Kai,” she chokes, her breath hot against my lips. “Touch me. Not like him. Like you. I want your fingers inside me, I want your hands all over me, I want to forget everything but you?—”
The words rip the last shred of control out of me.
My hand snaps higher, cupping her through her jeans, pressing hard against the soaked seam until she cries out into my shoulder. Her hips jolt, helpless, chasing me like her body’s been waiting for this all along.
“Fuck,” I groan, my jaw clenched, my forehead pressed to hers. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Yes, I do.” Her voice is raw, wrecked, desperate. “I want you to ruin me, Kai. Please. Please?—”
My fingers work the button of her jeans before I know what I’m doing, dragging the denim down just enough to slide inside, finding her heat through the thin barrier of her panties.
She sobs my name, her whole body bucking as I press two fingers against the slick fabric, rubbing hard, dragging her gasps into the air between us.
“This what you wanted?” I rasp, broken, my breath hot against her mouth. “Me, not him.”
“Yes,” she cries, tears streaming, her words filthy and pleading. “Only you, Kai. Always you.”
And when I slip beneath the fabric and finally touch her bare, trembling pussy, her scream shreds me open?—
because I know I’m gone.
