“Dax—”
“Now.”
She obeys, thighs clamping around my waist, nails raking down my back. Her wet cunt presses against the bulge in my pants, and I can feel the heat of her even through the fabric.
I drag my mouth down her throat, biting, sucking, marking. Every bruise I leave is a warning to the world—mine.
“You think Torres can make you feel like this?” I rasp, biting her collarbone. “You think anyone else can eat you until you’re screaming my name like a fucking hymn?”
She whimpers, tears spilling, her hands gripping my hair like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I shove my hand down my pants, pulling my cock free, thick and heavy, already leaking. Her eyes widen when she feels it slap against her soaked cunt.
“Dax—”
I growl, pressing the head against her entrance, teasing, dragging it through her slick folds until she’s shaking, begging without words.
“You’re dripping for me,” I snarl. “Say it. Say you’re mine before I fuck you.”
Her head slams back against the wall, lips trembling, tears shining in her eyes. “I—I’m yours.”
That’s all I need.
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her scream echoes through the ruined chapel, bouncing off the broken stained glass, holy and filthy at once.
“Fuck—” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers as I hold her pinned. “So tight. So perfect. Like this cunt was made to ruin me.”
Her nails tear at my shoulders, her body clamping down around me as I start to move—hard, punishing thrusts that shake the wall, that make the glass crunch and the dust rain down like ash.
She sobs, moans, screams into my mouth when I kiss her, my tongue fucking her as hard as my cock is.
“You think I’ll ever let you go again?” My voice is ragged, animal. “No. You’re mine, Butterfly. You’ll die mine.”
Every thrust is a claim. Every bruise a brand. I slam her higher on the wall, fucking her deeper, harder, until her moans turn into screams. My hand snakes between us, finding her clit, rubbing it mercilessly as I pound into her.
“Dax—I?—”
“Cum for me.” My teeth graze her ear, my breath hot. “Cum on my cock. Right fucking now.”
She breaks. Her body bows, back arching, legs shaking around me as she explodes, clenching around me so hard it drags a growl straight out of my chest.
I fuck her through it, chasing my own release, kissing her tears, biting her throat, branding her until I can’t hold back anymore.
With one final thrust, I spill inside her, groaning her name like a prayer, like a curse, like the only thing keeping me alive.
I don’t pull out.
I don’t let go.
I hold her pinned against the wall, my forehead pressed to hers, my breath ragged and broken.
“You’ll never fucking leave me again,” I whisper, voice raw. “Not while I’m still breathing.”
Her body’s still trembling, cunt clenching around me in aftershocks, but I don’t pull out. I don’t even move. I keep her pinned against the crumbling wall, my cock buried so deep inside her she couldn’t escape me if she tried.
“Feel that, Butterfly?” I rasp against her ear, my voice shredded, dangerous. “That’s me inside you. That’s mine. You’ll never take another man this deep—never. You’d split in half before you let anyone else touch what belongs to me.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breath hot against my neck.
