Page 66 of You Were Always Mine
He snarls against my neck, biting down hard enough to bruise. “No more begging. You’re staying right here until I’m finished. Until you can’t walk. Until the only thing you remember is me inside you.”
Tears sting my eyes, my throat raw from screaming, but my hips still twitch up to meet him, betraying me, begging for every brutal snap of his body into mine.
I’m pinned. Caged. His.
His breath is hot and ragged in my ear, every word filthier than the last. “You think you’re getting out of this bed? You think you’ll ever take another man? No, Scar. I’ll fuck you until the entire world knows you’re mine.”
And I can’t fight him.
I can’t stop him.
My body gives in, breaking beneath him, moaning through the sobs as he keeps me locked in place, ruined, wrecked, destroyed.
I can’t take it anymore. My body’s already shattered, sobbing, soaked and wrecked, but he doesn’t stop—he pounds into me harder, grinding so deep I scream his name until my throat tears.
And then it hits—violent, brutal, tearing through me like fire. My back bows off the mattress, my wrists straining in his grip as another orgasm rips me apart. I’m crying, screaming, convulsing, and he forces me to ride it out, thrusting through every spasm until I’m left choking on broken sobs.
I collapse, limp, my chest heaving, my face streaked with sweat and tears. I think he’s finished, that he’ll finally let me breathe?—
—but he moves lower.
Kai releases my wrists only to drag my thighs apart, forcing me wide open, pinning me again with his shoulders. His mouth is on me before I can beg him to stop, tongue sliding filthy and relentless over my raw, overstimulated clit.
“I can’t, Kai, don’t.”
He groans into me, the sound vibrating through my core, his hands locking my hips down when I try to thrash away. “Yes, you can,” he growls against my cunt, his tongue circling mercilessly. “You’re gonna scream for me again, Scar. You’re gonna drown in me until there’s nothing left.”
And he devours me—hard, filthy, cruel—dragging me higher even as my body sobs with overstimulation, until I’m clawing at the sheets, screaming his name, and breaking all over again on his tongue.
I don’t even know how I move; my body’s shaking too hard, but somehow I’m crawling up, gasping, clawing at his hair. His eyes blaze up at me, wild, starving, and before I can think—before I can stop myself—I’m lowering down onto his mouth.
His growl vibrates straight through me, filthy and hungry, his hands locking on my thighs, dragging me down until I’m smothering him.
“Fuck—Kai—” The scream tears out of me, high and broken, as his tongue slides through the slick mess he’s already made of me.
I try to lift, to escape the raw overstimulation, but his grip is iron, pinning me to his face. He devours me like he’ll drown if I move, tongue relentless, sucking, licking, driving me into another spiral I can’t fight.
I grind down without meaning to, sobbing his name, riding his face in filthy circles while tears streak hotdown my cheeks. Every flick of his tongue makes me twitch, makes me moan, makes me lose another piece of myself.
“It’s wrong,” I sob, my voice splintering, my body shuddering. “So fucking wrong?—”
He groans against me, harder, filthier, and I can feel the words he isn’t saying—I don’t care. You’re mine anyway.
And still I ride him, broken, desperate, ruined, my thighs shaking around his head as he keeps me right there, drowning in his mouth.
I can’t breathe. His mouth is everywhere, his tongue merciless, his teeth grazing me until I’m shaking, thrashing, clawing at his hair. My body’s begging to break, but every time I tip over the edge he pulls back just enough, leaving me sobbing above him.
“Kai—please—” my voice was shredded and ruined. “Please, I can’t—I need?—”
His hands dig into my thighs, locking me down against his mouth, forcing me to grind on him like an animal. I choke on his muffled, filthy growl that vibrates so deep within me.
“Say it,” he rasps between licks, his breath hot and wet against me. “Say the words, baby sister. Say what you’re thinking when you’re riding my face like a slut.”
Shame claws at me, burning hotter than the pleasure. My tears drip down my chest, my hips still rolling, desperate, humiliating.
“I—I can’t?—”
His tongue spears into me, cruel, relentless, until I scream and sob, my nails tearing at the sheets. “Yes, you can. You will. Or I’ll keep you here all night, screaming into my mouth until you forget your own name.”
