Page 66 of You Found Me in the Dark
Reed’s weight settled over mine, careful but sure, one hand braced beside my head, the other trailing down my side, grounding me in every possible way.
He kissed me like he needed it—like he’d been starving and I was the only thing that could cure the hunger. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing careless. Every movement felt intentional, like he was letting me feel just how much he meant it.
“Reed, wait…” I breathed, my voice shaky, my heart pounding in my bare chest.
He stopped immediately, like I’d flipped a switch. His hands lifted in the air, palms open, as if he’d just been caught doing something forbidden.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he asked, concern laced through the heat in his voice. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to slow his breathing. “Did you change your mind?”
I shook my head, still catching my breath, still overwhelmed by the way he looked at me—like I was something he’d never stop wanting.
“I know you love me, Reed,” I said, watching the way his whole face lit up at my words, his smile spreading ear to ear.
“But I need…” I hesitated, cheeks flushed. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me.”
His expression shifted immediately. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, and the soft affection turned to raw, simmering intensity.
He leaned down closer, voice low and firm. “Safe word is red. Or tap three times if you can’t say it. Got it?”
I nodded quickly, breath hitching as adrenaline mixed with anticipation. I reached up, fingers skimming the hem of his shirt to tug it off—but he caught my wrists in a flash and chuckled darkly.
“Uh uh. Only good girls get to touch,” he said with a wicked grin, then peeled off his shirt himself, tossing it aside.
Before I could say another word, he bent down and captured my mouth in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His hand slid back up, wrapping both of my wrists in one of his and pinning them above my head against the pillow.
He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You sure you’re ready for this, baby?”
I nodded, eyes locked with his.
“Words Wren,” he growled, his free hand trailing down my body painfully slow.
“Shit, please touch me, fuck me, just do something, please, Daddy.” I finally got out.
I was squirming and whimpering underneath him. I swear he was going to make me come before he even touched me.
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She was already squirming, back arching just from the way I looked at her. God, she was perfect—hair a mess, lips parted, cheeks flushed like she’d been ruined already and wanted more.
I leaned in slowly, keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one hand. Her breath hitched.
“You gonna be good for me, pretty girl?” I murmured against her throat, letting my teeth graze just enough to make her shiver.
She nodded fast.
“Uh-uh,” I said, tightening my grip on her wrist just enough. “Use your words.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’ll be good.”
I smirked. “That’s my girl.”
Sliding my free hand down her side, I watched her writhe under the smallest touch. She didn’t even know what she was begging for yet.
“You’re gonna make such a pretty mess for me,” I whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Needy little thing.”
“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered.
