For a while, there is nothing but us.
Just my hips moving between her thighs and her pussy clenching around me every time I sink in. Every stroke pulls a sound from her. Every sound drags me closer to the edge. She is tight and wet and so responsive I can feel her body answering mine before her mouth can form the words.
I lean down and kiss her neck, pressing my mouth to the soft skin there as I keep fucking her.
Mine, my body says.
Mine, my hands say.
Mine, my fucked up heart says, even though I have no right to the word.
Her back arches off the mattress, and I wrap one arm beneath her, pulling her closer. Her ass lifts, giving me a better angle and letting me sink deeper until a broken cry catches in her throat.
“There,” I rasp. “Fuck, Sky. Right there?”
She nods, her lips parted, her eyes hazy with pleasure.
I drive into her again, deeper this time, and her whole body jolts.
That's all the permission I need.
I keep her lifted, holding her to me as I move harder, our bodies colliding in a rhythm that feels too natural to be fair. Her skin is warm beneath my hands. Her thighs grip my waist. Sweat gathers along my chest and slips down my spine as the room fills with the filthy sounds of us.
Skin, breath, moans, and the wet, perfect slide of my cock driving into her pussy again and again.
Pleasure coils low in my gut, pulling tighter with every thrust.
Skylar’s eyes squeeze shut for a second, but I move my hand to her jaw and pull her back to me.
“No,” I say, breathless and rough. “Eyes on me.”
Her lashes flutter open.
There she is. Beautiful. Wrecked. So fucking close.
I sense it before she utters a sound. Her pussy starts to flutter around me, a little clenching that turns my brain to ash. Her thighs tremble and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out at first, just a broken breath that looks painful in the prettiest way.
“Zane,” she whispers.
The sound hits me straight in the chest. I catalogue everything because some scared, desperate part of me thinks I might need to survive on this memory later.
The way her lips part and how her throat tightens around a sound she cannot hold back. The way her fingers claw at the sheet and the way her body gives one hard shudder before she breaks beneath me.
Her orgasm rolls through her in waves. Her back arches. She cries out, then bites it back, trembling beneath me as pleasure takes her apart piece by piece.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hips stuttering as she keeps squeezing me. “Sky.”
I try to hold on. I really fucking do. But then she pulls me closer and bites my shoulder.
Pain flashes through me, sharp and hot. It snaps the last thread of my control clean in half. The pleasure punches higher, harder, tearing through me with a force that makes my lips part and my brows pull tight. My body folds over hers as my release slams into me, brutal and blinding.
I come inside her with a gutted groan, spilling deep while her teeth stay in my shoulder and her pussy pulses around me. Every burst drags another sound out of me. Rough. Broken. Hers. My hips keep moving, fucking my cum deeper as the aftershocks roll through both of us.
The pain from her bite melts into pleasure until I cannot tell where one ends and the other begins. It is all heat. All pressure. All Skylar beneath me, around me, inside the parts of me I tried to lock away.
I keep moving until I can’t anymore. Until my arms shake. Until the pleasure softens into something tender enough to scare the shit out of me.
My mouth finds her neck, kissing along the column of her throat as I try to remember how to breathe.
