A muscle ticks in his jaw. “Sweetheart…”
I rise onto my toes and whisper against his throat, “Let me.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t sayyes. Just watches while I unbuckle his belt, the scrape of metal loud in the silence. I drop to my knees in front of him, hands firm on his hips.
His voice goes dark. “That what you want, baby? On your knees like that? Mouth full of me?”
I drag the zipper down and glance up at him. “I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
A growl rips from his chest. “You better be ready to finish what you start.”
I free his cock from his jeans, already hard, already leaking. I take my time because I want to give him slow. The kind of slow that makes a man beg.
He braces a hand on the wall behind him, the other threading through my hair.
“Fuck… that mouth,” he mutters. “You look like heaven down there. All mine.”
I hum around him and he shudders.
His grip tightens in my hair, just enough to sting. “Eyes up, Sage. Wanna see how good you look while you’re wreckin’ me.”
I look up.
And his whole face changes. Like something cracks in him, right down the center.
“You were made for this,” he grits out. “Made to be on your knees for me. Made to be mine.”
I moan, the sound vibrating through him, and he swears low and filthy. His abs clench, jaw clenched so tight I think he’s about to break.
“You keep going,” he growls, “and I’ll come right down your fuckin’ throat.”
I do.
He jerks once, lets out a sound like a man breaking apart at the seams, and then he’s spilling into me, his voice rough and broken as he chokes out my name.
“Sage. Jesus fuck, Sage.”
He doesn’t move for a second, breathing like he ran miles. Then he yanks me up, hard and fast, and crushes his mouth to mine.
“Goddamn,” he rasps against my lips. “You just did that. Look at you. Lookin’ all sweet and innocent with my come on your tongue.”
“Havoc—”
He cups the back of my head, eyes blazing. “I’m never lettin’ you go. You understand me?”
“I know.”
“No. You don’t.” His forehead presses to mine. “You think I’m gonna let you walk into danger again? You think I won’t burn this whole damn state to keep you safe?”
“I believe you.”
I smile, flushed and shaking and full of something sharp and warm.
Epilogue
Havoc
It'sbeenayear.
