Chapter 24 War #2
“Too much?” I hiss, voice dark, cock still driving hard.
She shakes her head. Whimpering. Eyes wild.
“Good girl.”
Her breath stutters. Her walls clench again, tight, soaked, gripping me like her cunt knows it’s about to be claimed.
“You gonna come for me again?” I rasp. “You gonna soak my cock like a filthy little toy?”
“Yes,” she cries, legs shaking. “Please, Warren—I need it, I need to come!”
“Not yet,” I whisper against her lips.
She whimpers frustrated as I slow my movements to punishing strokes that build heat and torment in equal measure.
Her hand leaves my back to snake between us, but I catch her wrist and pin it above her head, “No sweet girl, be a good for me, and wait.”
Her hips buck.
My other hand wraps tightly around her waist, anchoring her to every sharp, slow thrust, halting her movements.
“You hold it,” I grit out. “No matter how good it feels. No matter how much your body wants to give in.”
I watch every flicker of emotion in her eyes, desire, desperation, worship, and my voice softens. “You’re doing so good for me, baby… letting me use your body like it belongs to me. Because it does. You do.”
My pace deepens, rougher now, and I murmur into her ear, “Hold it a little longer, just for me. Let me watch you break trying to be good.”
“Please, War,” she whimpers, trembling beneath me, her walls fluttering in warning.
I growl low in my throat, the sound dark and primal. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”
She nods frantically, eyes wide and glossy. Desperate.
I slam in deep, dragging a gasp from her throat. “You think begging makes it easier? No, my sweet girl. It makes it harder. Because now I know how bad you want it.”
She sobs my name again, body arching.
But I don’t let her go there.
Instead, I grip her jaw tight and make her look at me. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Please, Warren, I’ve been good, I held it—I need it.”
My voice drops low, hot against her lips. “You did. You held it like a perfect fucking toy.”
I slam in again, slow but brutal. “But I’m not done watching you fall apart.”
She cries out, guttural and wrecked.
Her hips fight to move, but I keep her still, my grip on her waist tightening
“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I rasp. “Trembling, dripping, obeying like you were made for this.”
“I’m trying,” she whimpers, voice breaking.
Her breath stutters, her whole body locked tight. Such a defiant desperate look in those gorgeous eyes.
“Good girl,” I breathe, voice thick with dark praise. “Fucking so good baby… taking it so well, holding back even when you’re dying to fall apart for me.”
Her fluttering walls clench around me, her body quaking with need, and I groan, low, feral, drunk on how perfectly she obeys.
“Look at you,” I rasp, my lips brushing hers, “so desperate to come, but still listening. Still giving your body to me, exactly the way I want it.”
Each thrust now is precise and brutal, angled to wreck that sweet spot, again and again, dragging you to the very edge. “You feel that? That pressure? That ache? That’s me. That’s what I do to you and you’ll never forget it.”
“Never,” she chokes out.
Perfect.
“You’ve earned it. Come for me. Now.”
I thrust deep. Once, twice, hard enough to make the bed slam against the wall.
“Come for me. Show me what I fucking own.”
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, it fuels me.
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 was always going 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, needing her to feel every drop. Needing it branded into 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—and still, 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. “This need to 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.
I’m never fucking letting her go.
I brush my thumb over her mouth. Her lips are swollen, red, maybe I was too harsh.
“Too rough on your mouth?” I ask, voice low.
She chuckles. A ragged, breathless sound that makes my chest tighten.
“I loved it,” she whispers.
I exhale slowly, resting my forehead against hers.
“Good.”
I slide my hand from her face through her hair, easing off her body slightly.
“You’re everything I never thought I deserved,” I murmur. “And now that you’re mine…”
I press a final thrust into her, making her gasp one last time.
“I’m never letting go.”
Step three: Complete.