Page 56 of You Were Always Mine
Her sob breaks into a gasp, her walls fluttering around me as I keep the rhythm, deep and deliberate.
“You don’t have to speak, Scar,” I whisper into her hair, kissing the crown of her head even as I rut against her. “I’ll do the talking. I’ll make the promises. I’ll swear you’ll never forget your first because it’s me.”
I drag out, slow, until she whimpers, then sink back in, grinding deep until her cry cracks into something wetter, something filthier.
“That’s it, baby sister. Let me feel your body say what your mouth can’t. You’re mine. You were always mine.”
And I stay there, rocking her apart slowly, tender and filthy, her voice gone, her whole body answering me instead.
The first sting cuts through her cry, sharp and broken, and I feel it—her body tightens hard around me, a shudder tearing through both of us. My hips freeze for a breath, my chest heaving as I realise what I’ve done.
Her nails dig deeper into my back, her sobs spilling against my throat, shaking like she’s being split in two.
And then I feel the warmth, hot and slick, sliding down my cock as I grind deeper.
Blood.
Her first time, tearing for me, marking me.
I choke on a groan, my forehead slamming to hers. “Fuck, Scar…”
She trembles, sobbing harder, her thighs quaking around me. “Kai—it hurts?—”
“I know, baby,” I rasp, kissing her wet cheeks, my voice wrecked. “I know. But you’re taking me so fucking good.”
I rock slow, deeper, deliberate, and the blood makes it slicker, wetter, coating me as her body clenches. I grind in small circles, forcing her to feel every inch.
“Feel that?” I whisper, my lips brushing hers. “That’s mine. Even your pain—mine. Even your blood makes you wetter for me.”
Her gasp breaks into a moan, her sob tangled with something darker, her body giving in even as the tears keep falling.
I keep moving, slow and tender, every thrust claiming her, whispering filth against her mouth like vows I’ll never take back.
“You’re ruined for me now, Scarlett. No one else will ever have you. No one else will ever fit inside what I just broke.”
Her walls clutch me so tight it’s almost unbearable, the wet heat of her mixed with the faint slick of blood, her body trembling with every shallow rock of my hips. Her nails dig into my back, her sobs hot against my neck, her voice gone.
I kiss her hair, her temple, her jaw—soft, reverent touches that don’t match the filth spilling from my mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. So fucking good. Taking me slow, taking me deep. You feel how perfect you are for me?”
She whimpers, her whole body shuddering as I drag out of her just enough to make her walls flutter, then grind back in slow, grinding her clit against me with each roll.
Her tears smear across my cheek as she buries her face in me, her broken cries swallowed in my skin.
I whisper into the curve of her ear, voice rough but sweet, dripping filth like honey. “I’ll make it feel good, Scar. I’ll make you forget the pain, forget everything but me. Every time your pussy aches, you’ll remember it’s because I was the first to fill it. The only one who ever will.”
Her thighs quiver, clamping tighter around my waist. I rock deeper, slow, tender, stretching her inch by inch, kissing the corner of her mouth as another sob breaks into a gasp.
“You’re bleeding for me,” I murmur, brushing my lips over her wet cheek. “And it just makes you wetter. Makes you mine.”
I stay slow, savouring every tremor, every broken breath, whispering filth into her ear like vows I’ll never take back.
Her voice breaks different now — not just sobs, but moans, raw and unrestrained, spilling into my mouth as if she can’t hold them back anymore. The sound claws through me, makes my cock throb harder inside her.
Her thighs tremble, then clamp tight around my waist, her ankles locking at the small of my back. She drags me deeper that way, grinding her hips against mine, desperate, needy, reckless.
“Fuck, Scar…” My breath rips out, guttural, as I let her take control of the rhythm. “That’s it — grind on me. Show me how bad you want it.”
She moans louder, broken and filthy, her nails carving into my skin as she rocks her hips, meeting every slow thrust with her own. The wet drag of her, the heat, the squeeze — it’s enough to make me shake, my foreheadpressed hard to hers, sweat dripping into the tears streaking her cheeks.
