Page 87 of Falling for the Enemy

“Breathe.” He caressed her throat, gently dragging his hand over her collarbone and splaying his fingers wide where her heart hammered against his palm. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

Safe. The word shouldn’t have hurt. But it pierced her heart fast and hard enough to make her eyes sting under the burn of unshed tears.

He shifted his angle, and the hard length of him stroked along every nerve. Her breath caught, held, and then released in a sound she didn’t recognize as every muscle spasmed and she came apart in his arms.

“That’s it,” he breathed against her temple. “Come for me. Let me fuck you just the way you need. The way no one else can.” On cue, his grip tightened around her throat, and that slight show of power was enough to push her completely over the edge.

Her body bowed, rocking into his as her hips pressed up to meet each possessive thrust. He increased the pressure without increasing the pace.

The orgasm rolled through her like a landslide, not sharp or sudden, but full and powerful, radiating outward until every nerve ending sang. She clenched around him, her whole body locked tight, and he groaned, the sound so raw it cost him some of his precious control.

He didn’t let her recover. As her body trembled through the aftershocks, he withdrew almost completely and drove back in with slightly more force, resetting her, building toward another peak before the first one fully subsided.

His control frayed at the edges as his breathing shifted. “You’re mine,” he said, his eyes wild and his mouth on her. “Say it. I want to hear it from your lips.”

She couldn’t. The words lodged too deep for her to reach.

He withdrew, and her body felt instantly incomplete.

She made a sound of protest.

His unrelenting stare challenged her. “Give me this, Jocelyn. Admit you fucking belong to me.”

“Soren—”

“Say it.” His voice remained soft, but beneath that calm exterior lived an iron will that would not accept defeat. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her jaw trembled. He was asking too much. “I can’t⁠—”

“We don’t always get to choose. It’s already true, and you know it. You feel it. This—” He kissed her hard, and she gasped when he drew back. “This is what it feels like to…belong to someone. It’s pointless to keep lying to ourselves.”

Shaken and overwhelmed by his words, her chin trembled. She abandoned all sense of self-preservation and finally conceded. “I’m yours.” The words came out broken, unwilling, true in ways she’d try to deny later but couldn’t deny now. “I fucking hate you for doing this to me.”

“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed her again, softer this time, then he whispered, “Thank you for giving in.”

“No more talking,” she bartered, on the verge of tears.

“Okay. No more. I promise.” He drove into her, abandoning the last of his control, and giving her the escape she needed.

Desperate and possessed by his long-fought claim for her heart, he thrust with hard, unmeasured resolve, commanding a level of truth that left no space for denial, and left nowhere for her to hide.

The more he took, the more she could get away. She was dust on the wind, and he was the breeze. Undone and wild, siphoning her away in fractions but somehow claiming the whole of her.

Broken cries pierced the air. His mouth dragged over her as he whispered unframed promises against her skin of how things were going to change. He held her like he never planned to let go.

His scent, warm and familiar, wrapped around her as he turned her, shifting her onto her side and drawing her back against his chest. She wanted him to take control. She couldn’t think any more, and welcomed the relief that came with such ultimate surrender.

His arm barred across her ribs as he resumed his rhythm. His hand splayed across her lower belly, fingers spread wide, holding her possessively against him.

“There’s no going back now, Jocelyn.”

She felt the shift, and it terrified her.

“This is my pussy. These are my tits.” He dragged his thumb over her lips, holding her jaw open as he fucked her. “My dirty little mouth to kiss and fuck as I please.”

Every instinct told her to push back, but he’d broken her down so completely she had no defenses left. Besides, he was right. No one had ever owned her body and her pleasure the way he did.

“Who do you belong to?” he murmured into her hair. “Let me hear you say it again.” He reached between her legs, rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her possessively.