31. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE #4
“That look.” His lips brush mine with every word, barely giving me room to breathe. “The sounds.”
He drives into me harder and my body jolts beneath him, Connor’s groan spilling hot against my mouth.
“They’re mine.”
I should laugh. Tell him to fuck off. Remind him that he doesn’t get to claim a fucking thing when he can barely admit he wants me once we’re out of bed, but the words never make it anywhere near my mouth.
Heat tears through me instead, curling my toes into the sheets as I drag him into another kiss.
Connor keeps moving, deep and steady, and somewhere between one thrust and the next I stop being able to hold onto much of anything except him.
Which is probably why I notice immediately when his rhythm changes.
The next thrust doesn’t come as deep. The one after barely comes at all, Connor slowing until the movement between us disappears completely.
My eyes fly open.
“What the fuck?”
My body clenches around him, and a broken sound catches in my throat when he still doesn’t fucking move.
Connor just looks at me, eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that sends my stomach dropping even while my cock pulses desperately between us.
“Say it.”
Oh, fuck him. I know exactly what he wants, and apparently whatever dignity I had left disappeared somewhere around the time he stopped moving, because I’m already nodding.
“It’s yours,” I breathe.
Connor’s hips drive into me, my back arching off the mattress. “Fuck!”
He barely gives me time to come down before he pulls back and pushes into me again, ripping a moan straight through whatever else I might’ve said.
“It’s yours,” I manage, grabbing at him as another thrust knocks the breath from my lungs. “The sounds. The look. Whatever. It’s fucking yours.”
Connor groans against my mouth, his hand closing around my jaw as he drives into me deeper, and my head empties beneath the force of it.
“I’m yours—”
Connor stops.
The silence hits almost as hard as everything that came before it.
My entire body goes rigid beneath him as the words seem to settle between us, suddenly far too fucking clear without anything else to hide them beneath.
I’m yours.
What the fuck did I just say?
“Shit.” My throat closes around the word as I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t—”
Connor’s mouth crashes into mine before I can take it back, his hips driving forward at the same time and punching the breath from my lungs. I barely recover before he does it again, harder, his hand still firm around my jaw as he growls the words directly against my lips.
“Don’t you dare fucking take it back.”
My eyes snap open.
Connor looks wrecked above me, cheeks flushed and breathing ragged, whatever restraint had been keeping him careful finally gone. He drives into me again before I can answer, then again, and suddenly I’m getting exactly what I’ve been begging him for.
“Con—fuck.”
My hands scramble over his shoulders and back, trying to find enough purchase to hold onto him while each thrust pushes me deeper into the mattress.
“Fuck, Connor.”
His name breaks apart in my mouth as the pressure builds too quickly, heat spreading through my chest and pulling low through my stomach until I can feel myself getting dangerously fucking close.
“I’m gonna—”
“Yes, baby.”
Thank fuck he sounds almost as wrecked as I do.
Connor’s forehead presses against mine, his breath coming rough against my mouth as his rhythm starts to falter. “Come for me.” His eyes find mine and stay there. “Let me see you.”
I reach between us, but I barely manage to get my hand around myself before another thrust catches exactly where I need it and my arm gives out, hand dropping uselessly back to the mattress.
“Fuck.”
I’m right fucking there, close enough that my whole body is straining towards it, and apparently there’s still one humiliating little part of me that knows exactly what it needs from him.
“Call me beautiful.”
Connor falters.
His eyes widen and regret hits me almost immediately, but before I can pretend I never said it, his face tightens like the words have gone straight through him.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
I clench around him, and Connor groans, hips stuttering before his hand comes back to my face, keeping my eyes on his while he pushes into me again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
I grab him and drag him down, burying my face against his shoulder as everything tears through me at once. My teeth sink into his skin, the shout ripped from my throat muffled against him while my entire body locks beneath his, shaking hard enough that there’s no hiding a fucking second of it.
“Fuck, fuck—”
Connor keeps me against him while I come apart, and even when the worst of it passes, I can’t seem to stop shaking.
Every thrust drags it out, pleasure sparking through me until I don’t know whether I’m trying to pull Connor closer or get away from how fucking intense it is.
Connor breaks above me with a strangled breath, his body going rigid as he presses himself as close as he can get. A low, wrecked groan tears out of him against my shoulder, his weight sinking heavier into me as the tension slowly drains from his body.
For a while, neither of us moves. We just lie there tangled together, breathing hard into each other’s skin while my grip on him gradually loosens and my head sinks back into the pillow.
Connor’s mouth finds my shoulder before I’ve even got my breathing under control, then drifts slowly towards my neck, leaving soft, messy kisses against overheated skin that feel completely at odds with the Connor who was losing his fucking mind over me seconds ago.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs against my throat, and the words catch painfully beneath my ribs before I can do a fucking thing about them.
His lips keep moving, brushing over my collarbone while one of his arms stays wrapped around me, holding me close.
“Perfect, baby.”
I close my eyes as the words sink in, wishing he’d stop talking and knowing I’d fucking hate it if he did.
Because this is the part I should’ve been worried about.
Not Connor fucking me until I couldn’t think straight, but lying here afterwards while he holds me like he has no intention of letting go and says things I’m already terrified I’m going to believe.