She jerks, whispering, “Dean?—”
“Say it again.” My command is steel, cutting her hesitation in half.
Her voice cracks, barely audible. “Dean…”
I growl low in my chest, dragging the blanket down another inch, exposing bare skin and the goosebumps that race after my touch. “You can pretend you don’t want this. You can tell yourself it’s wrong. But your body—” my palm presses to her ribs, spreading wide, claiming — “your body is screaming yes.”
Her chest rises hard against my hand, but still she doesn’t shove me off, doesn’t call out for help.
I lean in, lips just over hers now, letting her feel the kiss without giving it, starving her on purpose. “Last chance, Brooklyn. Tell me to stop, and I’ll go. Don’t tell me…” I pause, drag it, voice dropping to a dark promise. “…and I’ll ruin you.”
The silence stretches, sharp enough to cut.
Her breath is ragged, her pupils blown wide, and I can feel her pulse hammering under my fingers where they’re wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. Owning.
She doesn’t tell me to stop.
That’s when I know she’s mine.
I lower my mouth that last inch, slow as sin, pressing my lips to hers with a predator’s patience. Not a kiss—just a claim. My teeth catch her bottom lip, tugging, punishing, before I finally take her mouth the way I’ve wanted to all fucking night.
She gasps into me, and I swallow it down, pressing her deeper into the mattress, blanket slipping useless to the floor. My hand fists in her hair, tilting her head back so I can devour her properly, tongue sliding in, messy, hungry, cruel.
Her nails find my shoulders, scraping, not to push me off—no. To drag me closer.
I break from her lips only to drag my mouth down her jaw, over the delicate line of her throat, biting hard enough to mark.“You’re trembling,” I rasp, breath hot against her skin. “You’re supposed to be running from me, remember?”
“I—I can’t,” she whispers, broken, furious at herself.
I chuckle low, dark, pressing my thigh between hers, grinding slow until she chokes on a moan she didn’t mean to give me. “Can’t, or don’t want to?”
Her eyes flutter, her lips part, but she doesn’t answer—and that’s the answer.
I cup her jaw, forcing her gaze back to mine, pinning her under the weight of it. “You think this ends when I’m done fucking you tonight?” My voice dips into a growl, the threat thick in every syllable. “No, baby girl. This is the start. You just handed yourself over to me.”
Her breath shudders, chest heaving. “Dean…”
“Yeah.” I bit the word off against her mouth, crushing another kiss to her lips, harder, deeper. My hips grind into hers slowly, deliberately, teasing the line of no return. “Say my name like that again, and I’ll make good on every filthy thought I’ve had since last night.”
Her legs part around me, a helpless invitation, and that’s it—thread snapped, game over.
I tear the blanket the rest of the way off, dragging her bare body flush against mine, every inch of me pressed to her as I murmur against her lips, “You’re mine now. And I don’t fucking share.”
Her legs are already spread for me, but I make her wait, anyway. I drag my palm down her chest, over the soft swell of her stomach, stopping just shy of where she’s wet for me, teasing the edge of her desperation.
She squirms under me, breath stuttering. “Dean?—”
“Patience,” I snarl, pinning her hips to the mattress with my weight. “You don’t get to beg until I say you do.”
Her nails bite into my shoulders, and, fuck if that doesn’t make me harder. I catch her wrists, slam them above her head, pinning her with one hand like she weighs nothing, my other sliding down between her thighs.
She’s soaked. Of course she is.
I laugh low in my throat, curling two fingers against her heat, dragging slow circles that make her back arch off the sheets. “You act like you hate me. Like you don’t want this. But look at you, baby girl.” I press harder, rubbing, circling, pulling another helpless sound out of her. “Your body tells the truth your mouth never will.”
“Stop—” she chokes, but her hips betray her, grinding against my hand.
“Say that again,” I taunt, sliding two fingers into her in one sharp thrust. She gasps, eyes going wide, lips parting on a broken moan. “Say stop while you’re gripping me so tight I can barely fucking move.”
