“It’s going to be okay, baby” I interrupt, pressing closer. “We’re going to be okay.”
And it’s like a spark ignites. His mouth crashes into mine, rough, and hungry, like he has to taste me to make sure I’m real. Dragging me closer, his rough hands roam over my back, causing me to shiver.
“Don’t leave me,” he growls against my lips, teeth grazing, voice hoarse.
“Never. I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him.
Something in him shifts… pain melts into need, desperation into heat, and it’s all consuming. His hands tighten around me, hips pressing, and every word he murmurs is fire in my veins.
“Lolo… promise me you’ll be careful.”
His voice isn’t soft. It’s scraped raw, like gravel dragged over concrete, hitting me low. Sliding my hand up, I fist a handful of his hair, pulling his face to mine so he can’t look away.
“I will,” I tell him, breath brushing his mouth. “I promise.”
We fall back into the sheets together, breathless and tangled, the world outside gone. Every kiss, every touch is sharp and urgent, yet slow and deliberate… like we’re learning each other all over again, exploring every scar, every curve, every shadow that makes us who we are.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demands between kisses.
“I am,” I say, voice trembling, pulling him closer. “All of me.”
And when he finally pushes inside me, stretching me so fucking good, a groan drags out of his chest. It’s deep and rough, like something he’s been holding back has finally broken loose.
“Fuck… Lolo…”
My fingers dig into his shoulders as he sinks all the way in, filling me so achingly slow I arch beneath him.
“Malcolm…”
Then something shifts.
His rhythm turns punishing… desperate… like he’s trying to bury something in me, or dig himself out of something.
And God help me… I let him.
Because it isn’t just the way he moves, or how perfectly his body fits against mine.
It’s the ache in him.
The way his eyes lock on mine like I’m the only thing holding him together.
Malcolm uses me like I’m the method to his madness, every brutal thrust a reminder of who owns me, and I shamelessly beg him for more.
He’s not just fucking me… he’s wrecking me.
Spitting filth in my ear.
Dragging me deeper until I forget my own damn name.
“Promise me you’ll be safe,” he growls, slamming his hips into mine.
“I… promise…” I breathe, barely holding on.
I crave this destruction over and over again. He’s chasing away both of our demons, giving us a way out… just for tonight.
He makes me beg.
Makes me take every ruthless inch.
