Page 188 of Primal

This was a reckoning—my heart at her fucking feet.

She kisses me, tasting the slick mess of herself, and I nearly break.

I strip off her top. Tear away the bra. Her tits spill free—soft. Full. Perfect. My fingers splay across her stomach. “Lie back.”

Her spine hits the desk, arms loose at her sides, chest rising and falling rapidly.

I lick up her breasts. Suck one nipple like I mean it. The other’s caught between my fingers, thumb scraping over the peak.

Her back arches. Her gasp is fucking art.

I kiss a trail down the valley between her tits, across her stomach, back up, mapping her with my mouth until I’m pressed fully against her—shirtless, sweating, hard enough to hurt.

She sits up, laces her hands behind my neck.

“Please, Kade,” she breathes.

I lift her off the desk. Her legs lock around my waist.

She lands on the mattress with a thud, hair fanned out like she fucking belongs there. And she does.

Has, since the second she stepped into my world and ruined me with that bratty mouth and steel spine.

I shove my sweats down, my cock leaking for her.

Her gaze drops. And fuck, I could come from that look alone.

“You gonna cry again before I’m even inside you?” I rasp, stroking myself.

Her legs fall open—like she’s forgotten the rules.

But she knows she’s already won.

Her cunt’s still slick from my mouth. The way she stares at me—like I’m the weapon and the wound—rips the last shred of control right out of me.

I crawl over her, caging her in.

And yeah, it shouldn’t make me harder—knowing I was built to break her, that I still don’t know how to love her—if I even can.

But she pulls me down to her. Our lips brush—a dare wrapped in a kiss.

This time, she doesn’t resist. She takes me—and fuck—my blood ignites, heart hammering a savage beat that goes, Mine, mine, mine.

I guide my cock to her entrance. Nudge in—just the tip.

Her whole body tenses, a choked moan spilling from her lips.

“Say it,” I growl.

Her eyes flash—defiant even now. “Make me.”

I drag the head of my cock through her slick, teasing her clit with each pass. Her nails bite into my shoulders.

Another inch and I’m unraveling—like coming home to a place I don’t deserve. “Tell me you’re mine. That you never stopped being mine.”

“Yours,” she chokes out. “Always yours.”

I slam home. Bury myself to the hilt.