Instead of saying more, I turned, dropped to my hands, bracing myself against the cold tile as I looked back over my shoulder. I offered him everything without saying a word—offered myself up to be filled. To be worshipped.
His dark eyes blazed like oil-fed fire. He licked his swollen lips and let out a low, reverent curse.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, voice rough like gravel and sex.
He palmed my ass, thumbs spreading me, holding me open like I was something sacred and obscene all at once.
“I want you.” My voice cracked around the words, sharp and clear as a blade. “I want you to break me open. Ruin me. Put me back together again.”
I want to say I’m sorry that I keep doing this to you. That I keep pulling you back in and kicking you out again. I don’t know how to stop. I need you. Want you. But I… can’t. I can’t keep you no matter how much I want to.
A shudder rolled through him, violent and visceral, and then he pressed close, his thick cock sliding between my cheeks, not entering yet—just teasing. Threatening. Promising.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” he growled. “You made sure of that. You always fucking do. You drag me back in every time.”
“I need you, Sin.”
His breath ghosted against the shell of my ear as he bent over me, chest pressed to my back, wrapping his arms around me like a cage.
“Where do you want me, Theo?” he whispered my name like a vow and a curse in the same breath.
I tipped my head back, resting it on his shoulder, my hand working my cock in long, desperate strokes. My mind waged war, but my body had already surrendered.
“Inside me. I need to feel you. I’m empty without you.”
He didn’t speak—he just groaned, almost feral, and bit my shoulder, a mark to match the others he’d left inside me. One hand spread me wide, the other wrapped around my throat, not choking, just keeping me here in the moment.
“Then have me, baby. Let me wreck you. Let me fill every hollow part of you until there’s no space left for anyone but me.”
Sin dropped to his knees like a man worshipping at an altar, except I was the sacrifice, and he was both priest and predator. His hands slid over my sweat-slicked skin, reverent and ruthlessall at once, fingers digging in like he couldn’t get close enough. When they settled on my ass and pried me open, I felt everything inside me fracture.
“So perfect,” he murmured, breath hot, and laced with lust. Then his tongue flicked over the sensitive nerves of my entrance, and I bucked like a live wire under his touch.
“Fuck! More. Please.” My voice cracked, shattered, begged without shame.
That was all he needed. Like a fuse lit, Sin exploded. He devoured me, his tongue working me open with reverence, every stroke coaxing my body into surrender. His fingers followed, one sliding inside, then another, stretching me with methodical precision, like he was carving space for himself and no one else.
The click of the lube bottle barely cut through the riot in my head. My heart thundered like it was trying to escape my chest, but I didn’t want to escape. I wanted him. Even if it ruined me.
The thick head of his cock notched at my entrance, slick with precum and lube. I gasped as my body instinctively clenched, resisting the stretch it also craved.
“Shhh… I’ve got you, baby.” His voice was hoarse—unhinged with want. One arm wrapped around my chest, pinning me to him, the other gripping my hip so hard I’d wear the bruises for days. “Be a good boy. Open up for me. Let me in. All the way.”
I nodded, barely breathing, forcing myself to exhale and relax into the initial burn. Into the want. Into him. And then—he thrust forward. A slow, merciless pressure, splitting me open inch by inch. I felt the first ring of muscle give, then the second, and he groaned, deep and ragged, like the sound had been clawed straight from his lungs.
“God, you’re tight. Like your body doesn’t want to let anyone in but me.” His teeth dragged along my neck, tongue catching the sweat and water there. “Like you were made just to take me.”
When he bottomed out, seated deep inside, I saw stars. My fingers scrabbled at the tiles, at his arm, at anything to anchor me to reality. But nothing existed but him. Nothing ever would again.
We moved together—desperation fueling every thrust, every grind, every drag of his cock inside me. It wasn’t just fucking. It was an obsession given form. Every moan was a cry for more. Every slap of skin on skin was a vow: we don’t exist without each other.
“You were made for me,” Sin growled into my throat, biting down hard enough to make me gasp. “Say it. Say it, baby. Let them all hear it.”
“I was made for you.” I choked, voice trembling, eyes burning. “I’m yours.”
He slammed into me; the force stealing the breath from my lungs. “Fucking right you are. And if anyone tries to take you?—”
“They won’t.” I gripped his arm tighter, anchoring him to me. And prayed silently as tears pooled behind my closed eyes that he wouldn’t hear the lie that wrapped around my words.
