Page 64 of You Were Always Mine
His jaw locks, his breath ragged, but his hips meet mine, grinding up into me, forcing me to take him deeper, harder.
The shame burns hotter, filthier, turning every sob into a cry that sounds like begging. “I can feel you everywhere—stretching me—ruining me. I’ll never be clean again.”
And still I ride him.
Still, I grind harder.
Still, I give myself to the sin I swore I’d never want.
I slam down on him harder, sharper, my body screaming but hungry, desperate, chasing every inch of him like I’ll die if I stop. His cock splits me open, too deep, too much, and yet I grind harder, circling my hips, dragging every drop of friction out of him.
Kai’s head snaps back, a guttural curse ripping from his throat, his fingers bruising my waist as if holding me is the only thing keeping him from exploding.
“Fuck, Scar—” his voice breaks, ragged, guttural. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I ride him harder, faster, recklessly, the wet sound of me bouncing on him obscene, filthy, echoing in the room with every thrust. My tears mix with sweat, dripping down onto his chest as I moan his name, louder, broken, shameless.
“I can’t stop,” I sob, my nails carving into his skin as my hips grind down, rolling in slow, filthy circles before slamming down again. “I don’t want to stop—I want to break you, Kai—I want to ruin you.”
His hands shoot up to my throat, his grip tight but trembling, his eyes wild, his chest heaving under me. “Too late,” he snarls, his voice shaking with madness. “You already fucking have.”
The look in his eyes—feral, undone—terrifies me, thrills me, makes me slam down on him harder, wetter, filthier, until he’s growling, losing control, his body jerking up into mine.
And I keep grinding, keep sobbing, keep riding him like I’ll never get another chance, like if I stop I’ll disappear.
I can feel it—him trembling under me, every muscle strung tight, his cock twitching deep inside me like he’s seconds from breaking. His chest heaves, sweat slick on his skin, his jaw clenched so hard I hear the grind of his teeth.
And I make it worse.
I grind down slow, filthy circles that squeeze him tighter, then slam hard, fast, reckless, forcing ragged curses from his throat.
“Scar—fuck—stop.” His ruined, hoarse, and cracking voice spoke.“I can’t?—”
“Yes,” I sob, dragging myself up and slamming back down until his eyes roll, his fingers digging bruises into my hips. “You can. You’re not allowed to break yet. Not until I’m done with you.”
His head thrashes back into the pillow, a guttural growl spilling from deep in his chest, his entire body jerking up into me, trying to fight the pull.
I ride him filthier, wetter, my tears dripping onto hisface as I moan his name like I want it branded into me. “You feel so fucking good—I can feel you everywhere—I want you to lose it inside me, Kai.”
He snarls, his grip sliding up, choking me just enough to make me gasp. His eyes lock on mine, wild, feral, begging and warning all at once. “Don’t say that—don’t fucking say that?—”
But I do. I sob it against his mouth, my hips grinding, my body milking him crueller. “I want it. I want you to fill me. Ruin me. Mark me so I never forget.”
His whole body trembles, his cock pulsing inside me, and I know he’s right there, right on the edge, breaking.
And I don’t stop.
I ride him harder.
Dirtier.
Until he’s gone.
I slam down harder, wetter, filthier, every thrust wringing a guttural growl out of his chest. His hands tremble on my waist, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and glassy, fighting something I can feel breaking inside him.
I grind faster, rolling my hips like I want to break him apart, like I want him to lose everything he’s been holding back. Tears streak my face, my moans cracking into cries, but I don’t stop—I can’t.
“Scar—fuck—” His voice tears raw, strangled, and then it happens, he snaps.
