Her body jerks like I slapped her. “That’s barbaric.”
“That’s my right.” My voice rumbles against her skin, dark, lethal. “And one I will not hesitate to enforce.”
She lets out a sharp, broken laugh. “You can fucking try.”
I slam my mouth to hers before she can say more, kissing her like punishment, like prayer, like the only way I’ll survive tonight is if I swallow every sound she makes. My fingers drag against her slick folds now, finding her already wet for me. Fuck. My butterfly. Always so ready, even when she swears she hates me.
“You’re soaked,” I rasp against her lips, my thumb circling her clit once, slow, devastating. “Don’t lie to me. Your body remembers. You want this as much as I do.”
“Dax—” she gasps, but it turns into a moan when I push two fingers inside her, hard, deep, filling her until she claws at my shoulders.
“Say it,” I snarl, curling my fingers until her knees buckle. “Say you still want me.”
Her head drops back against the stone, eyes fluttering, lips parted. My mouth claims her throat, biting hard enough to mark, sucking until her pulse is beating against my tongue.
“You left me,” she chokes out. Tears mix with the sweat on her skin. “You’ll leave again.”
I thrust my fingers harder, grinding my palm against her clit until her legs tremble. “I’ll never fucking leave this. I’ll never leave you. You’re mine, Butterfly. You’ll die knowing you’re mine.”
Her moan rips through the chapel, echoing off the broken pews. Holy, ruined, filthy. Perfect.
I drop to my knees before she can stop me, spreading her thighs apart with my shoulders, yanking her panties down until they hang useless around her boots. Her back hits the wall, her fingers tangled in my hair, her breath wild and shattered.
My mouth crashes against her cunt, tongue devouring her, claiming her, worshipping and destroying in the same breath. She cries out, head slamming back against the wall, thighs squeezing around me as I eat her like it’s the first meal I’ve had in months.
“Fuck—Dax?—”
I growl into her, sucking her clit hard, thrusting my fingers in time with my tongue, drowning in her taste. She tastes so fucking real. So fucking mine.
“You taste like you were made for me,” I rasp against her, licking up her slick, watching her body writhe. “Say it, Butterfly. Say you’re mine.”
She sobs, shaking, caught between rage and need. “I can’t—I?—”
“You can.” My teeth scrape her swollen clit, making her scream. “Say it or I’ll make you scream louder.”
Her nails dig into my scalp, her body jerking helplessly as I devour her, relentless, merciless.
Finally, finally, her voice cracks open, raw and desperate: “I’m yours.”
My cock strains painfully against my fatigues, but I don’t stop, don’t slow. I lick, suck, fuck her with my mouth and fingers until she’s gasping my name like a prayer, until her whole body bows and breaks for me.
Her release hits hot, wet, violent against my tongue. I drink it down, growling, gripping her thighs so hard I’ll bruise her for days.
When she collapses, trembling, I drag my mouth up her body, biting her stomach, her ribs, her throat, until my lips crash back to hers. She tastes herself, and she moans into me like she’s already ruined.
My forehead presses to hers, my breath harsh, broken.
“You’re mine, Butterfly,” I whisper, raw, reverent. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”
She’s still trembling when I slam her back against the wall, my mouth crashing down on hers, her moans mixing with the sound of glass crunching under my boots. My cock strains against my fatigues, hard and aching, and I grind it against her soaked cunt through the fabric just to hear her gasp.
“You feel that, Butterfly?” I growl against her lips. “That’s mine. Always was. Always fucking will be.”
She claws at my shirt, trying to get closer, trying to fight me and pull me in at the same time. Brave little liar. My girl who swears she doesn’t want me but spreads her thighs like she’s begging to be split apart.
I tear her panties the rest of the way off. Shreds. Gone. No patience. My fingers hook under her thighs, and I lift her up, slamming her against the stone so hard she gasps into my mouth.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
