My chest caves, breath ragged. “Dax—someone will see?—”
“Good.” His mouth skims my jaw, teeth scraping sharp enough to make me flinch. “Let them. Let them know I’d burnthis whole perfect wedding to ash if it meant one more fucking second of you pressed to me.”
The shadows feel heavier here. Like the walls are leaning closer. Like the air itself wants to collapse around us.
I should push him back. I should shove at his chest, tell him we can’t, not here, not tonight—but my body betrays me. Tilts. Arches. Burns because even in the dark, even broken, even limping—he still owns me.
His mouth crushes mine before I can form the word no.
It isn’t sweet. It isn’t careful. It’s hunger sharpened into a blade, slicing through me until all that’s left is the taste of him.
My back grinds against the stone wall, cool and rough against my bare skin where his hands have already shoved my dress aside. Fingers bruising my thigh, dragging it up around his hip. His body cages me in, heat pressing, weight pinning, and I know—God, I know—this isn’t a kiss. It’s a claim.
“You wore this dress for me,” he growls against my lips, his hand fisting the fabric until it bites into my ribs. “Didn’t you, Butterfly?”
I shake my head, desperate, dizzy. “It’s Lola’s wedding, I?—”
“Don’t lie.” His teeth snap at my throat, a bite hard enough to make me gasp, harder when he hears the sound. “You knew I’d take one look and want to ruin you.”
His hand slips higher, under the satin, dragging against skin that’s already trembling. His thumb finds me slick, wet, waiting. The low laugh that rumbles out of him is savage.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pressing harder, “you came out here already mine.”
The hall is too dark, too silent, and still I’m terrified someone will find us. That someone will push the door open and see me with my dress bunched, my legs wrapped around him, my voice breaking into filthy pieces.
And maybe that’s why I moan louder when he plunges two fingers into me, deep and ruthless. Because some part of me wants to be seen. Wants them all to know what I’ve always known—I belong to him.
“Say it,” he orders, fingers curling, dragging another cry out of me. “Say you’re mine before I fuck you against this wall.”
I should resist. I should keep my mouth shut, choke down the sounds clawing up my throat—but I can’t. I never fucking can.
“I’m yours.”
His mouth slams back to mine, swallowing the words like they’re the only thing keeping him alive.
The wall scrapes my spine, dress bunched so high around my waist I don’t even feel like I’m wearing it anymore. His fingers tear me open, brutal, unrelenting, and I’m already coming undone when he yanks out, my slick dripping down his hand.
“Not enough,” he snarls, fumbling with his belt, the metallic clink cutting through the silence like a warning bell. “I need to be inside you, right fucking now.”
“Dax—”
He doesn’t let me finish. His cock slams into me in one savage thrust, burying to the hilt, stretching me so hard my scream cracks against his mouth.
The wall shudders. My head bangs back. My legs lock around his waist on instinct, clinging to him even as he pounds into me like he’s trying to break me in two.
“Fuck—” his voice is ragged, animal, breath burning against my throat. “This pussy’s mine, Butterfly. Always was. Always will be.”
My nails tear down his back, desperate, delirious. Each thrust drives me higher, harder, into a place I shouldn’t be reaching with wedding music bleeding faintly through the walls.
“Say it louder,” he grits, hips slamming, the slap of skin echoing obscene. “Say who you belong to when you’re screaming like this.”
“You—” my voice shatters, half sob, half moan. “Fuck, Dax, you.”
“That’s right.” His hand fists my hair, yanking my head back so I have to look at him. Blue eyes gone feral. Jaw clenched. Sweat dripping. “Every time you cum, you’ll remember it’s only ever been me.”
And then he fucks me harder. Brutal. Relentless. Each thrust a brand, each grind of his hips staking a claim so deep I’ll never wash him out.
I come apart around him, body convulsing, walls clenching so tight he growls like an animal against my ear.
