She shatters.
Loud.
Tearing the room apart with her cry as she breaks beneath me, her body convulsing, spasming, milking my cock like it’s begging me to fill her.
“Fuck,” I growl, undone by the way her body seizes around me, tight, hot, perfect.
The sound of her gratitude, her desperate pleas, the way she sobs “Thank you, War!” as she comes hard for me, it’s everything.
My control fractures.
“You’re so welcome my sweet girl,” I snarl, thrusting deep again, my voice breaking with how proud, how possessive, how fucking wrecked I am by her. “You feel what you do to me, Olivia? You feel how tight you are? How fucking perfect?”
“Yes, War—please, fill me.”
Her voice is desperate, trembling, soaked in need, and it ruins me.
Her begging, itfuelsme.
Drives me feral.
A curse rips from my chest as I slam into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt, cock throbbing, every muscle locking tight as I let go with a brutal, guttural groan.
I spill deep inside her; hot, thick, full, claiming her the way she begged. The way I wasalwaysgoing to.
Pulse after pulse.
Possession pours into her body like it belongs there.
Because it does.
She gasps my name again, breathless and dazed, and I can’t stop pressing into her, grinding deeper,needingher to feel every drop. Needing itbrandedinto her.
I still, finally, the pulsing ebbing.
But I don’t pull out yet, I stay wrapped in her warmth, breath catching as I slowly come down, panting, utterly fucking ruined.
My grip loosens and I cradle her face with both hands. She’s flushed, radiant, trembling beneath me—andstill, she smiles like she’s never known anything better.
My fucking undoing.
“My sweet girl,” I whisper against her mouth. “So fucking perfect for me.”
She blinks up at me, eyes half-lidded, lips kiss-swollen, glowing.
“You fucking ruined me,” she whispers with a light chuckle, lips parting in a breathless smile. “I want you to do it again.”
“Oh, I will. I’ve never felt this before,” I murmur, forehead pressed to hers. “Thisneedto stay buried. To never pull out. To keep you like this until you forget what it felt like not to have me inside you.”
Her breath stutters.
“And you will,” I vow, voice low and raw. “Because you’re mine now, Olivia. Cuffed to this.To me.To everything I just gave you and everything I still fucking will.”
I kiss her, slow and possessive.
A brand.
A promise.