“Yes,” I whispered. “Do it.”
His mouth crashed onto mine, hard, biting. There was nothing gentle in the kiss. Just teeth and tongue and the bruising kind of need that makes your heart race and your knees weak.
“You want rough, baby?” he asked, lips dragging down my neck. “I’ll give you rough.”
“Gunner,” I gasped, but it came out like a moan.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me effortlessly, slamming my back against the shower wall. His cock, hard and hot, pressed between my thighs, and I hooked my legs around him on instinct.
“Hold on,” he warned.
He drove into me in one brutal thrust that knocked the breath out of my lungs. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t careful. It waseverything. The weight of grief, love, anger, and lust poured into every punishing stroke.
“Fuck,” he snarled. “You take me so goddamn well.”
I clawed at his shoulders, needingmore, and he gave it. Gave it like he needed to bury himself so deep I’d never forget what we were. Whatthiswas.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, slamming me down onto him again and again until I couldn’t see straight.
“You’re mine,” he panted against my throat, teeth scraping the skin. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I choked, loving the way his control frayed with every word I gave him. “Yours.”
He bit down, not too hard, just enough to make me cry out and that did something to him. His hand came up to my throat, fingers wrapping around the column of my neck, not squeezing but claiming.
“You like this, don’t you?” he asked, voice hoarse with arousal. “Being taken like this. Like you’re my good little woman.”
I whimpered, so turned on I couldn’t breathe. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
His rhythm turned savage, relentless, primal, the kind of fucking that scraped every nerve raw and set it alight.
“I’m gonna break you in half,” he groaned, “and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
I was already thanking him, with every ragged moan, every time I tightened around him. He shifted, angling his hips, and hit that spot so perfectly I screamed.
“Gunner, I’m…oh God…”
“No,” he barked. “Not yet. You wait. You come whenIsay.”
He pulled out abruptly, spinning me around to face the wall before I could protest. I was still reeling when he kicked my legs apart and slammed back inside, this time from behind.
The new angle was brutal and perfect.
One hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, the other gripping my hip so tight I knew I’d wear his fingers for days.
“You like being used like this?” he growled into my ear. “Like a good little toy for me to fuck?”
“Yes,” I cried. “Use me, please.”
His fingers slid through my desire, rubbing rough and fast. Unyielding and just what I needed. How I liked it. “You’re gonna come so hard you forget your own name. You’re gonna scream mine until the whole goddamn town knows who you belong to.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed, aching, frantic, lost in him.
“Come for me, Cassidy. Now.”
I shattered.
Violently. Completely. My whole body convulsed around him as pleasure detonated through me, my cry echoing off the tile.
