Chapter Twenty One
Dax
Her mouth still tastes like sin and surrender when I break away, just long enough to drag air into my lungs. My forehead is pressed to hers, our breaths colliding in the ruin of this chapel like prayers nobody’s answering.
Her lips are swollen, wet, trembling. My fucking work.
I shouldn’t want more but I do.
Christ, I do.
My hand slides down, over the slope of her spine, gripping her hip hard enough she gasps. That sound… fuck, that sound makes me harder than I already am. My other hand fists in her hair, forcing her eyes on mine.
“You think I kissed you just to stop there, Butterfly?” My voice is jagged, raw. “No. I’m going to remind you exactly what you walked away from.”
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t run. Brave little butterfly. Stupid little butterfly.
I shove her back against the cracked stone wall, the stained-glass shards crunching under my boots as I cage her in. My hand drags up her thigh, and fuck—my palm freezes.
Smooth. Bare.
My gaze flicks up, locking on hers. Her cheeks burn crimson, but she doesn’t look away.
“You shaved.” It comes out a growl, low, feral.
Her lips part. “Um—yeah?”
I bare my teeth, my thumb pressing harder into the inside of her thigh. “Don’t do it again.”
She blinks, stunned. “What?”
I lean closer, my mouth brushing her ear, my fingers teasing over that soft, forbidden heat until she’s shivering. “That little cunt is mine. If you do anything to it—you ask me first.”
Her body jerks like I slapped her. “That’s barbaric.”
“That’s my right.” My voice rumbles against her skin, dark, lethal. “And one I will not hesitate to enforce.”
She lets out a sharp, broken laugh. “You can fucking try.”
I slam my mouth to hers before she can say more, kissing her like punishment, like prayer, like the only way I’ll survive tonight is if I swallow every sound she makes.
My fingers drag against her slick folds now, finding her already wet for me.
Fuck. My butterfly. Always so ready, even when she swears she hates me.
“You’re soaked,” I rasp against her lips, my thumb circling her clit once, slow, devastating. “Don’t lie to me. Your body remembers. You want this as much as I do.”
“Dax—” she gasps, but it turns into a moan when I push two fingers inside her, hard, deep, filling her until she claws at my shoulders.
“Say it,” I snarl, curling my fingers until her knees buckle. “Say you still want me.”
Her head drops back against the stone, eyes fluttering, lips parted. My mouth claims her throat, biting hard enough to mark, sucking until her pulse is beating against my tongue.
“You left me,” she chokes out. Tears mix with the sweat on her skin. “You’ll leave again.”
I thrust my fingers harder, grinding my palm against her clit until her legs tremble. “I’ll never fucking leave this. I’ll never leave you. You’re mine, Butterfly. You’ll die knowing you’re mine.”
Her moan rips through the chapel, echoing off the broken pews. Holy, ruined, filthy. Perfect.
I drop to my knees before she can stop me, spreading her thighs apart with my shoulders, yanking her panties down until they hang useless around her boots. Her back hits the wall, her fingers tangled in my hair, her breath wild and shattered.
My mouth crashes against her cunt, tongue devouring her, claiming her, worshipping and destroying in the same breath. She cries out, head slamming back against the wall, thighs squeezing around me as I eat her like it’s the first meal I’ve had in months.
“Fuck—Dax—”
I growl into her, sucking her clit hard, thrusting my fingers in time with my tongue, drowning in her taste. She tastes so fucking real. So fucking mine.
“You taste like you were made for me,” I rasp against her, licking up her slick, watching her body writhe. “Say it, Butterfly. Say you’re mine.”
She sobs, shaking, caught between rage and need. “I can’t—I—”
“You can.” My teeth scrape her swollen clit, making her scream. “Say it or I’ll make you scream louder.”
Her nails dig into my scalp, her body jerking helplessly as I devour her, relentless, merciless.
Finally, finally, her voice cracks open, raw and desperate: “I’m yours.”
My cock strains painfully against my fatigues, but I don’t stop, don’t slow. I lick, suck, fuck her with my mouth and fingers until she’s gasping my name like a prayer, until her whole body bows and breaks for me.
Her release hits hot, wet, violent against my tongue. I drink it down, growling, gripping her thighs so hard I’ll bruise her for days.
When she collapses, trembling, I drag my mouth up her body, biting her stomach, her ribs, her throat, until my lips crash back to hers. She tastes herself, and she moans into me like she’s already ruined.
My forehead presses to hers, my breath harsh, broken.
“You’re mine, Butterfly,” I whisper, raw, reverent. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
She’s still trembling when I slam her back against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers, her moans mixing with the sound of glass crunching under my boots. My cock strains against my fatigues, hard and aching, and I grind it against her soaked cunt through the fabric just to hear her gasp.
“You feel that, Butterfly?” I growl against her lips. “That’s mine. Always was. Always fucking will be.”
She claws at my shirt, trying to get closer, trying to fight me and pull me in at the same time. Brave little liar. My girl who swears she doesn’t want me but spreads her thighs like she’s begging to be split apart.
I tear her panties the rest of the way off. Shreds. Gone. No patience. My fingers hook under her thighs, and I lift her up, slamming her against the stone so hard she gasps into my mouth.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
“Dax—”
“Now.”
She obeys, thighs clamping around my waist, nails raking down my back. Her wet cunt presses against the bulge in my pants, and I can feel the heat of her even through the fabric.
I drag my mouth down her throat, biting, sucking, marking. Every bruise I leave is a warning to the world—mine.
“You think Torres can make you feel like this?” I rasp, biting her collarbone. “You think anyone else can eat you until you’re screaming my name like a fucking hymn?”
She whimpers, tears spilling, her hands gripping my hair like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I shove my hand down my pants, pulling my cock free, thick and heavy, already leaking. Her eyes widen when she feels it slap against her soaked cunt.
“Dax—”
I growl, pressing the head against her entrance, teasing, dragging it through her slick folds until she’s shaking, begging without words.
“You’re dripping for me,” I snarl. “Say it. Say you’re mine before I fuck you.”
Her head slams back against the wall, lips trembling, tears shining in her eyes. “I—I’m yours.”
That’s all I need.
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream echoes through the ruined chapel, bouncing off the broken stained glass, holy and filthy at once.
“Fuck—” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers as I hold her pinned. “So tight. So perfect. Like this cunt was made to ruin me.”
Her nails tear at my shoulders, her body clamping down around me as I start to move—hard, punishing thrusts that shake the wall, that make the glass crunch and the dust rain down like ash.
She sobs, moans, screams into my mouth when I kiss her, my tongue fucking her as hard as my cock is.
“You think I’ll ever let you go again?” My voice is ragged, animal. “No. You’re mine, Butterfly. You’ll die mine.”
Every thrust is a claim. Every bruise a brand. I slam her higher on the wall, fucking her deeper, harder, until her moans turn into screams. My hand snakes between us, finding her clit, rubbing it mercilessly as I pound into her.
“Dax—I—”
“Cum for me.” My teeth graze her ear, my breath hot. “Cum on my cock. Right fucking now.”
She breaks. Her body bows, back arching, legs shaking around me as she explodes, clenching around me so hard it drags a growl straight out of my chest.
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, kissing her tears, biting her throat, branding her until I can’t hold back anymore.
With one final thrust, I spill inside her, groaning her name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only thing keeping me alive.
I don’t pull out.
I don’t let go.
I hold her pinned against the wall, my forehead pressed to hers, my breath ragged and broken.
“You’ll never fucking leave me again,” I whisper, voice raw. “Not while I’m still breathing.”
Her body’s still trembling, cunt clenching around me in aftershocks, but I don’t pull out. I don’t even move. I keep her pinned against the crumbling wall, my cock buried so deep inside her she couldn’t escape me if she tried.
“Feel that, Butterfly?” I rasp against her ear, my voice shredded, dangerous. “That’s me inside you. That’s mine. You’ll never take another man this deep—never. You’d split in half before you let anyone else touch what belongs to me.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck.
I drag my mouth over her throat, bite down hard enough to bruise. “This pussy—fuck, this perfect little cunt—it’s not yours anymore. You shaved it, you got it wet, you spread it open. But it’s mine. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck. Mine to bleed.”
Her gasp shudders through her chest. “Dax—”
“Say it.” My hips grind forward, pressing my cock deeper until she chokes on the intrusion. “Say it’s mine.”
Her tears shine in the broken moonlight. Her lips tremble. “It’s—yours.”
A growl tears out of me, raw and savage, and I slam my hips harder, dragging another cry from her throat.
“That’s right, Butterfly,” I whisper, filthy and reverent all at once. “Every time you come, it’ll be on my cock. Every time you scream, it’ll be my name. You don’t get to breathe without me. You don’t get to bleed without me. You don’t get to fucking live without me.”
Her legs tighten around my waist, like her body already knows I’m right.
I press my lips to her ear, my words a threat and a vow. “You can run into war zones, patch up soldiers, flirt with Torres, lie to yourself all you want. But this—” I thrust deep, hard, sharp enough to make her sob. “—this is mine. You hear me?”
“Yes,” she gasps, voice breaking.
I lick the salt of her tears, my cock still pulsing inside her. “Good girl.”
I grind into her again, slower now, deliberate. “You think you’ll ever forget this? You think you’ll ever spread your thighs without remembering my cock inside you, marking you, owning you?”
She sobs, her forehead pressed to mine, broken and beautiful.
“You won’t,” I promise, my voice a snarl. “Because even if you try, Butterfly, I’ll remind you. I’ll fuck it back into you until you can’t tell the difference between your heartbeat and mine.”
Her walls flutter tighten around me, a desperate pulse, and I drag my hand up to grip her jaw, forcing her eyes on mine even as her tears spill over.
“You think you get to cry without permission?” My voice is gravel, vicious, but my cock stays rooted inside her, stretching her open, keeping her mine. “No, Butterfly. You cry for me. You break for me. You fucking speak for me.”
Her breath hitches, lips trembling against my hold.
“Say it,” I rasp, my forehead pressing into hers, sweat and heat locking us together. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, too soft, too broken.
“Louder.” My hips slam forward, a brutal thrust that rips a sob from her throat. “Say it like you fucking mean it.”
“I’m yours!”
I growl, low and feral, biting down on the side of her neck. “Again.”
Her nails claw my back, her body arching into me. “I’m yours.”
“Again, Butterfly.”
Her voice cracks, raw, ruined. “I’m yours!”
I thrust harder, punishing, driving the words deeper into her body with every movement. “Say this cock is yours. Say you’ll never take another.”
Her sob breaks into a moan, head falling back against the wall. “This cock is mine—fuck, Dax, it’s mine—”
“That’s right,” I snarl, teeth gritted as I slam into her again, so deep she screams. “And this pussy? Whose is it?”
Her thighs shake around me, her breath stuttering. “Yours—fuck—it’s yours, it’s only yours—”
“Again!”
“Yours!” she cries, her voice torn open, raw and filthy. “My pussy is yours, Dax, only yours!”
I grind into her, holding her pinned, her cunt dripping down my cock like proof. “Good girl. My Butterfly. Mine to ruin, mine to fuck, mine to keep.”
Her eyes roll back, a sob dragging through her chest, and I slam her tighter to the wall, my voice in her ear like a vow.
“You’ll never cum without me. You’ll never bleed without me. You’ll never breathe without me.”
“Yes,” she gasps, broken and wild. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’ll never cum without you,” she cries. “I’ll never bleed without you—I’ll never breathe without you—”
My cock jerks inside her, the sound of her voice unraveling me more than the tight grip of her cunt ever could.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” I groan against her mouth. “You’ll be the death of me.”