Sebastian
She shatters under my hand, and I can’t look away.
Her back arches off the bed, silk clinging to damp skin, her thighs trembling around my wrist as her body milks my fingers in desperate, helpless spasms. The sound she makes, half sob, half surrender, lodges itself deep in my chest.
I’ve had women fake moans for me. I’ve had them rehearse every sigh, every arch of their back, every whimper meant to stroke a man’s ego. This isn’t that. This is truth.
And I’ve never hungered for anything more.
She collapses against the pillows, trembling, flushed, eyes glassy and wet. I withdraw my fingers slowly, savoring the final flutter of her muscles around me, and bring them to my mouth. Her taste coats my tongue, sweet, intoxicating, addictive.
“Perfect,” I groan. “You taste like you were made for me.”
Her blush deepens, spreading down her chest, but she doesn’t look away. Brave little thing.
I strip the last of the silk and lace from her body, baring her completely.
My cock jerks at the sight of her spread out before me, all soft curves and flushed skin, thighs damp with proof of what I’ve done to her.
I want to fall to my knees and worship. I want to mark her until no one doubts who she belongs to.
I want to fuck her until she can’t remember her own name, only mine.
And I want all of it now.
I shrug out of my jacket, rip at the buttons of my shirt. Her eyes widen as I strip, pupils blown wide when my cock springs free, hard and heavy. She gasps softly, biting her lip, and I smirk.
“Scared?” I ask, stroking myself slowly, deliberately, watching the way her gaze follows the motion like she can’t look away.
Her breath hitches. “No.”
“Good,” I growl, climbing over her, bracing my weight on my forearms so I can cage her completely. “Because once I’m inside you, there’s no going back. You’ll never forget the way I feel. No man will ever compare.”
Her eyes meet mine, wide and trembling, but she doesn’t flinch. “I don’t want anyone else.”
The admission detonates in my chest. A low, primal sound rips from my throat as I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her with savage hunger. She clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders, hips lifting in a silent plea.
I line myself up and push slowly, carefully, watching every flicker of her expression. She’s tight, impossibly so, her body gripping me like she was designed for me alone. Her gasp turns into a moan, raw and unguarded, and I nearly lose it right there.
“Fuck,” I snarl, forcing myself to still, to give her time. “You’re going to ruin me, Caitlyn.”
Her hands clutch at my back. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
I thrust deeper, inch by inch, until I’m fully buried inside her. The stretch is exquisite, her walls clenching, her body taking me in with a mix of shock and surrender. My vision blacks at the edges. Nothing has ever felt like this. So tight, so hot, so perfect.
I brace my forehead against hers, gritting my teeth. “Mine. Every inch of you. Every gasp, every shiver, every fucking heartbeat. Mine.”
“Yes,” she whispers, trembling. “Yours.”
The word unchains me.
I pull back and drive into her with a force that makes the headboard slam against the wall. Her cry is sharp, sweet, but her legs lock around my hips, dragging me closer, deeper. I fuck her hard, relentless, each thrust a brand burned into her body.
Her breasts bounce with the motion, nipples peaked and begging. I take one into my mouth, biting gently, then sucking until she gasps my name. My hand slides to her hip, gripping hard enough to bruise, holding her in place while I claim her from the inside out.
She’s wrecked already, eyes rolling, mouth open in desperate moans that fuel my frenzy. Sweat slicks our skin, the air thick with heat and the sound of flesh meeting flesh.
“You feel that?” I groan against her throat, pounding into her. “How deep I am? How perfectly your body takes me?”
“Yes,” she cries, head tipping back.
“You were made for this,” I snarl, teeth scraping her jaw. “Made for me. No one else will ever have you. I’ll keep you filled, keep you marked, keep you mine.”
Her walls flutter around me, and I know she’s close. Her nails rake down my back, her thighs trembling against my hips.
“Come for me again,” I order, grinding my pelvis against her clit as I slam deeper. “Show me who you belong to.”
Her scream rips through the room as she convulses, clenching around me so hard I nearly explode. Her body milks me mercilessly, pulling, demanding, and I give in with a roar, spilling inside her in hot, endless pulses.
The orgasm tears through me like fire, violent and consuming, and I keep driving into her, grinding deeper, making sure every drop stays inside her.
When it’s over, I collapse against her, chest heaving, cock still buried in her tight heat. She’s trembling, wrecked, hair plastered to her damp forehead, lips parted on a dazed smile that makes my chest ache.
I press a kiss to her temple, my hand splayed possessively across her stomach. “You’ll carry me inside you for days,” I rasp. “And the next time, I’ll keep you full until your body knows it belongs to me.”
Her breath shudders, but she doesn’t argue. She nods faintly, eyes fluttering closed, surrender written in every line of her body.
And as I hold her, still inside her, the truth settles cold and certain in my bones.
One night won’t be enough.
I’ll never get enough.
Caitlyn Murphy is mine. And I’ll burn the whole fucking world to keep her.