She gasps beneath me, nails digging into my back. My bruises scream, my ribs flare with pain, but none of that matters.
All I feel isher.
I still, letting her adjust, trying to breathe through the fire licking up my spine.
“You okay?” I whisper, voice frayed.
She nods, eyes glossy. “Yes. Just… don’t stop.”
My control shatters.
I pull back and thrust again—slow, deep, deliberate. She moans, and the sound slices through me like a blade made of silk. Her back arches, her body welcoming every inch of mine like we were built to fit. Tocollide.
I lean down, my mouth brushing her jaw as I fuck her slow and filthy.
“Eyes on me, Sofia.”
She tries, but her lashes flutter closed, overwhelmed.
I grip her jaw—not hard, just enough to make herfeel me.“Look at me.Now.”
Her eyes snap open, and fuck,that’s it.That’s the moment I feel her fall apart under me. Not from pain. Not from fear. From me. From this.
“That’s it,” I growl, fucking deeper now, harder, angling my hips so she feelseverything.“I want you to see what I look like when I ruin you.”
Her lips part in a gasp—pure, breathlesswonder.Like she’s never been touched before, never beenworshippedlike this. Because she hasn’t. Because I’m the first and only one to ever treat her like she’s holy and his at the same time.
My forearms are shaking from holding myself up, but I don’t stop. Iwon’tstop. Not until she comes undone beneath me. Not until she knows—feels—that this isn’t just a fuck. This is a claim.
“I’ve got you,” I rasp, sweat dripping down my temple as I thrust again, and again, watching her fall apart with every stroke. “I’ve got you, baby. Let go. Letmetake you there.”
She shudders beneath me, clinging to my shoulders, whispering my name like a prayer she only just learned how to say.
And when she breaks—fuck.
Her body clamps down around me, pulling me deeper, taking everything I’ve got. She cries out, loud and raw andmine,and that’s when I lose it.
I follow her into the abyss, burying myself one last time, emptying into her like I’m pouring out every ounce of control I’ve ever had. My hips stutter, breath catching as I grind deep, making sure she feels me fordays.
When I finally still, I’m drenched in sweat, my body a mess of pain and pleasure, my mind fuckingwrecked.
But I don’t care.
Because she’s in my arms.
Breathing. Shaking.Ruined.
I cradle her close, my lips brushing her temple, her pulse hammering against my chest.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice barely more than a rasp.
She lifts her head, hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes—those wide, shattered eyes—find mine.
“I’m ruined,” she whispers.
And fuck, the way she says it…
I smile—dark, possessive,satisfied.
