Page 104 of Broken By Silence
For a moment, I think about everything—the years we lost, the damage I caused, the way she still chooses to see me anyway. I think about how she’s with Archer and Oscar, how she’s slowly finding her way back to Elijah and maybe even Roman, and somehow… I’m okay with that.
Because she deserves every kind of love she can get.
“Hey,” she says suddenly, eyes glinting with mischief. “You gonna help me train or just stare at me all day?”
I grin, pushing to my feet and offering her a hand up. “Both.” She rolls her eyes but takes my hand.
We go again.
Strike, block, pivot.
Her laughter mixes with the sound of our movements. When we’re both breathless and grinning, I catch her wrist mid-swing, pulling her a little too close. Her chest brushes mine, and neither of us moves.
In one motion, I close the distance between us. My hands are on her face, cupping her jaw, my thumbs stroking the high arches of her cheekbones. My mouth crashes down on hers. This isn’t like when everyone else was in the room. That somehow felt easier.
This is something else.
It’s a claiming.
It’s a promise.
She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, my tonguesweeping against hers. I taste the faint, sharp hint of her sports drink and the pure, clean taste ofher. Her hands come up, not to push me away, but to fist in the damp fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer until our chests are pressed together.
I break the kiss, breathing hard. Her lips are already swollen, her eyes glazed. "I'm not going to be gentle, Lottie," I warn her, my voice a low growl I barely recognize. "Not right now."
A shiver runs through her."Good,"she breathes, and the raw want in that single word undoes me completely.
I guide her backward, not breaking eye contact, until her back hits the mats we were just sparring on. I push, and she goes down, landing with a soft thud on the blue vinyl. I follow her down, my body covering hers, pinning her in the most delicious way. My knee pushes between her thighs, forcing them apart, and she arches up against me with a sharp, needy sound.
My hands are everywhere at once. I grab the hem of her tight tank top and pull it up and over her head in one rough motion. Her sports bra follows. And then she’s there, bare from the waist up, her skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"God, you're beautiful," I rasp, lowering my head to take one taut nipple into my mouth.
I suck hard, my tongue circling the peak, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her. I bite down, just enough to make her gasp, and then soothe the spot with my tongue before moving to its twin. Her back arches off the mat, offering herself to me completely.
I move down her body, my mouth blazing a trail over the tight muscles of her abdomen. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and her underwear, peeling them down her legs in one go. She kicks them off, and then she’s naked beneath me, sprawled across the training mats like an offering.
I stand up just long enough to yank my own shorts and boxers down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. I fall to my kneesbetween her legs, spreading them wider. The scent of her arousal is heavy and sweet, and I can see her, glistening and ready for me.
I don't wait. I don't tease. I guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. Her eyes are locked on mine, dark and full of fire.
"Tell me you're mine," I demand, my voice strained.
"I'm yours, Crew," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Always."
I thrust into her.
Deep.
Hard.
One single, brutal stroke that seats me inside her to the hilt. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her inner muscles clenching around me in a wave of incredible, tight heat. I groan, the sensation almost too much to bear. I stay there for a second, buried inside her, feeling every tiny tremor that rocks her body.
Then I pull back and slam into her again. And again.
This isn't making love. This isfucking. It’s the raw, unfiltered need I’ve been holding back for months. Every laugh we shared where I imagined it ending like this. It all pours out of me now. I drive into her with a rough, relentless rhythm, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the empty gym. Her nails dig into my shoulders, surely leaving marks.
I want her marks on me.
