Kai #2
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to bruise, hard enough she’ll feel me tomorrow when she tries to forget—but she won’t forget. Not when she’s dripping around me like this, clenching so tight it’s almost pain.
Her hands slap weakly against my chest, but then she’s clutching at me, dragging me closer, gasping my name like a prayer. I growl into her skin, my jaw locked down on her throat as I leave another mark, darker, filthier, mine.
“You feel that?” I rasp against her ear, biting again, lower this time, where no one else will ever see but she’ll always know. “Every mark. Every inch of my cock inside you. You belong to me, Scar. Say it.”
She’s too far gone, shuddering beneath me, her cries breaking apart as I drive her harder, marking her over and over like I’ll fucking lose my mind if I stop.
Her skin is a canvas, and I ruin it. Bruises blooming beneath my teeth, her throat mottled, her chest streaked with bites, her thighs trembling with every savage mark I leave.
She’s wrecked—hair plastered to her face, lips swollen, body shaking as I drag her apart and piece her back together under me.
I pull out at the very last second, her broken cry clawing at me as I fist myself, spilling hot over the bruises I just gave her, painting her stomach, her breasts, her throat.
She whimpers when it hits her skin, sticky and filthy, dripping down the ridges of her ribs, and I smear it across her chest with my hand, grinding it into her like I’m branding her with more than just my mouth.
“Look at you,” I snarl, pressing my cock against her slick entrance again, rubbing the mess of me into her folds until she’s gasping, overstimulated and twitching. “Covered in me. Marked. Claimed. You’ll never wash me off, Scar.”
Her hips buck, desperate, soaking herself with the cum I drag between her thighs, her sobs turning into breathless, filthy pleas.
I don’t give her time to breathe. She’s still slick with me, covered in the mess I made, when I press the head of my cock against her soaked folds and shove back inside.
The sound that rips out of her throat is half-scream, half-sob, her body convulsing around me like she can’t take it, like she’ll break in two—but she doesn’t stop clinging to me, nails carving down my back, dragging me deeper.
“Fuck, Scar—” I choke against her ear, grinding hard, burying myself until I’m seated to the hilt, the slick heat of her mixing with the cum I forced into her. It coats me, coats her, makes every thrust dirtier, wetter, more obscene.
Her walls spasm around me, already too tight, already fluttering like she’s going to shatter again, and I bite down on her throat to hold myself there, to keep from losing it instantly.
“You feel that?” I whisper, filthy and raw, my hand fisting her hair while I pound her deeper. “That’s me inside you. Filling you, marking you. You’ll never get me out of you—not here, not anywhere.”
Her whimper is a broken prayer, and it only drives me harder, relentless, merciless, fucking her into the mattress until the only thing she can do is take it.
I don’t let her catch a single breath. Every thrust is brutal, a punishing drive that slams her into her rattling like it’s about to split. My fingers dig into her hips so hard I know I’ll leave bruises—my marks, proof she’s mine.
She claws at me, begs, cries out, but it only makes me shove deeper, harder, until the sound of us is obscene—skin, sweat, and the slick mess of my cum being forced in deeper with every stroke.
Her voice cracks when she screams my name, hoarse and raw, but I don’t stop. I grab her face, force her eyes open to me, spit venom and tenderness all at once.
“Break for me, Scar. Scream for me. You don’t get to hide from me—not ever.”
Her body convulses around me, spasms so tight it almost hurts to stay buried inside her, but I hold her down, grinding through it, refusing to let her go.
She sobs, a broken, desperate sound, her entire body collapsing under the weight of it, trembling like she’s shattered into pieces only I can hold together. And still, I keep driving into her, merciless, forcing every ounce of her collapse to belong to me.
Her body is already wrecked, trembling under me, but I don’t stop—I can’t. Every thrust is harder, deeper, until my vision blurs, until the only thing in the world is the heat of her, the sound of her sobs breaking into screams.
I pin her wrists above her head, my chest crushing hers, teeth scraping down her neck until I bite hard enough to make her cry out, and I grind into that sound like it’s oxygen.
The pressure coils low, brutal, unbearable, and when it snaps, I bury myself to the hilt, spilling so deep it feels like I’m pouring every dark, fucked-up piece of myself into her. It tears a roar out of me, violent, guttural, like I’m being split open right alongside her.
She breaks at the same time—body clenching, collapsing beneath me, sobbing my name like a prayer and a curse while I empty into her over and over.
It isn’t just release. It’s annihilation. Every thrust of my hips as I come drags us both deeper into ruin, shattering us until there’s nothing left but sweat, tears, and the wreckage of two people who can’t crawl back from this.
And when it’s done, I can’t pull out. I’m still buried in her, still twitching inside her, still clinging to her as if I let go the world itself will end.
Her body is limp on top of me, skin slick with sweat, lashes clumped from tears. I can still feel the tremors running through her, and I can’t stop myself from pressing my mouth to the side of her throat, dragging breath after ragged breath against her.
“I don’t know how to stop,” I rasp, my voice barely there, more air than sound. “Every time I swear I’ll let you go, I end up deeper. Worse.” My lips brush her jaw, then the salt-wet curve of her cheek. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”
Her fingers twitch against the seat, hesitant, then curl into my back like she’s anchoring me. Her voice is hoarse, raw from screaming, but it comes anyway—soft, almost shy in its wreckage.
“You’re all I think about,” she whispers. “Even when I hate myself for it. Even when I try to stop. It’s still you.”
The words cut through me sharper than anything else could. My forehead rests against hers, and I breathe her in like I’ll die if I don’t.
“You’ll ruin me,” I murmur, dragging my mouth across her temple. “And I’ll thank you for it.”
Her lips brush my shoulder, clumsy and broken, and she exhales, “Then we’ll ruin each other.”
Her breath hitches when I nuzzle into her hair, my mouth still trembling from the things I said, from the wreck I’ve made of us. For one long second, it feels almost gentle—like maybe we could breathe here, sink into the quiet, pretend.
But I ruin it. I always do.
My hand drifts lower, spanning her hip, fingers biting hard enough she’ll find the marks in the morning.
“You think you can ever walk away after this?” I whisper, voice all gravel and smoke, dragging each word slow against her ear.
“After I’ve been inside you, after you’ve soaked me in every way a girl can? No, Scar. I won’t fucking let you.”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, but all that comes out is a soft, fractured whimper. I eat it up.
“You can cry, you can hate me, you can try to bury this in shame,” I keep going, my mouth grazing down her throat, dark and steady. “But your body already gave you away. You’ll never belong to anyone else. You’re mine now, and I’ll break every bone in my body before I let you forget it.”
Her nails dig into my back, a weak scratch that betrays her. I can feel her trembling, torn between fear and the way her thighs still cling to me like she doesn’t want me to move.
“Say it,” I murmur, harsher now, pulling her chin so her eyes meet mine. “Say you know you’re mine.”
Her head shakes, stubborn even as her body trembles under my grip, her lips pressed tight like she can keep me out if she just refuses to speak.
It kills me. It makes me ravenous.
I grip her harder, jaw pressed to her temple, my breath unsteady against her skin. “Don’t do this,” I rasp, the words rawer than I want them to sound. “Don’t you dare shut me out. Don’t you fucking leave me, Scar.”
She tries to turn away, but I catch her face in my palm, forcing her to look at me.
My thumb drags across her damp cheek, smearing the tears.
“You don’t understand what happens if you walk.
You don’t want to see me without you. You don’t.
I’ll burn this entire world to ash before I let it take you from me. ”
Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her silence sharp as a blade, but I press closer, almost frantic now. My forehead knocks against hers, desperate, ugly, real.
“Say something,” I beg, voice breaking into gravel. “Say you’ll stay. Lie to me if you have to. Just don’t—don’t make me imagine you gone.”
Her lips tremble. For a second, I think she’ll spit venom again. But then she closes her eyes, and her voice shatters on a whisper, “I’m here.”
And it isn’t enough. It will never be enough.
I crush her against me anyway, clutching her like I can weld her bones to mine. “Not just here,” I mutter, almost incoherent. “Mine. Mine, Scar. Forever mine.”
Her silence guts me. Every second she doesn’t answer, I feel the edge fray inside me, snapping strand by strand until I’m nothing but nerves and fire.
My hand fists in her hair, tugging her head back, not to hurt her—no, to make her look at me, to make her see what she’s doing. My chest is heaving, my voice shaking like it can’t decide if it’s a threat or a plea.
“Don’t you dare, Scar. Don’t you dare even think about walking away from me.
” My words grind against her ear, each one trembling with something that feels like madness.
“You don’t understand—I can’t—” My teeth clench, the confession ripping through me raw.
“If you leave me, I’ll lose it. I’ll make this world bleed for it. Don’t test me. Don’t fucking test me.”
Her lips part like she wants to argue, but I shake her, my forehead pressed to hers, our noses brushing, my breath breaking against her mouth.
“Promise me,” I growl, almost unhinged now. “Say it. Say you’ll never leave. Don’t make me become something you can’t survive. Don’t make me—” I choke on the rest, the words too jagged to spit out.
Her tears spill hot against my thumb. Her body trembles like a violin string about to snap. And then she shatters, whispering into my mouth, her voice small and broken:
“I’ll never leave you, Kai. I swear. Never.”
The sound of it drops me to my knees inside, a knife and a balm all at once. I crush her tighter, my lips dragging over her hair, her temple, the corner of her mouth, as if I can brand the vow into her skin.
“Good girl,” I rasp, voice shredded. “Mine forever. You can’t take it back now. You promised. You’ll always be mine. And if you try to leave…” my voice cracks into something broken, dangerous, “I’ll make sure there’s nowhere left for you to run.”