His limp makes the steps uneven, jagged, but it doesn’t slow him. If anything, it makes the grip on my body tighter, fiercer, like he’s daring the world to watch him carry me anyway.
“Dax—” I whisper, but the sound’s swallowed by his mouth crashing back over mine.
“Don’t,” he growls against my lips, his breath hot, wild. “Don’t you ever tell me I’m broken again. Not when I can hold you like this. Not when I can fuck you like this.”
The door bangs open, slamming against the wall, and then we’re in his room, shadows and moonlight wrapping around us. He doesn’t set me down gently—he throws me onto the mattress like I belong there, like I’ve always belonged there.
And before I can even breathe, he’s on me.
His hands never stop. Dragging my shirt up, yanking it over my head, his mouth following every inch of skin exposed. His lips never stop. Biting, kissing, worshipping, ruining.
Every groan, every curse, every broken whisper is mine.
“Fuck, Butterfly—” His voice cracks against my collarbone. “You think I can’t carry you? You think I’ll ever let you go? Never. Never again.”
My back arches, my fingers tangling in his hair, dragging him closer. “Then prove it,” I choke out. “Prove you’re not leaving me again.”
His answer is a growl ripped straight from his chest as his mouth claims mine harder, his body pinning me to the bed like he’s already proving it with every furious heartbeat.
The mattress groans under us, but it’s not louder than the sound he tears out of me when his mouth closes over my breast, teeth grazing, tongue lashing until I arch like I’ve been set on fire.
“Fuck,” he snarls against my skin, dragging his mouth down my stomach, leaving bite marks like a map. “You taste like mine. You smell like mine. You’ll never get away from me.”
His hands are everywhere, brutal and greedy, shoving my thighs apart until I’m spread wide for him. I gasp, my fists clutching at the sheets, but he doesn’t give me time to beg. His tongue’s already there, devouring me, sloppy, ruthless, obscene.
“Oh, God—Dax?—”
“Not God,” he growls into me, his voice vibrating against my cunt. “Say my fucking name.”
“Dax—” My cry rips through the room, broken and high.
He doesn’t let me breathe. Doesn’t let me hide. His mouth is savage, sucking my clit, his fingers spearing deep, curling, hitting that spot until I’m thrashing, gasping, begging.
“Louder,” he demands, yanking his mouth free just long enough to glare up at me, his lips wet, his jaw slick with me. “I want every neighbour to know who you fucking belong to.”
“You—I—fuck, you!” I sob, and he smirks like he’s already won, shoving his fingers deeper until I’m choking on the moan that spills out.
When the first orgasm rips through me, it’s violent, tearing me open. I scream his name, nails carving down his back, and he drinks it like he’s starving.
But he doesn’t stop.
He’s already dragging his cock out, thick, leaking, heavy in his hand, smearing himself against my drenched pussy. My whole body shudders, raw and wrecked, but he just snarls, his forehead pressed to mine.
“You’re dripping for me. Look at you, Butterfly. Fucking ruined.” He pushes just the head inside, slow, taunting, then pulls back. “Beg me to wreck you.”
“Dax, please?—”
“That’s not begging.” His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back so I have no choice but to meet the fever in his eyes. “Say it. Tell me you need my cock. Tell me you need me to break you.”
“Please—fuck—break me?—”
That’s all he needs.
He slams into me, one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs, his cock splitting me open so deep I swear I can’tbreathe. My scream shatters against his mouth as he kisses me through it, savage and claiming.
“Mine,” he growls into my throat with every punishing thrust. “Say it. Say it while I ruin this tight little cunt.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, my body clamping down around him, tears spilling, every nerve ending fried.
