“Oh god, Phoenix.”
That’s it, baby. Call out to me. Remind me who owns your breath.
“Phoenix broke your fingers… the best two that always knew exactly what I needed.”
The snap is instant. There’s no processing her words, no line between thought and action, just something primal taking over. My blood roars loud in my ears, and my body moves before my brain catches up. I’d never actually hurt her—never—she’s mine to protect. But fuck, right now, the need to silence her, to make her feel every inch of the edge she’s dragged me to, is fucking blinding.
Violence pulses in my veins, and heat floods my skull as I yank her hand out of her panties, shoving her flat onto the mattress. Her legs fall open, and I pin her arms above her head with one hand.
“Give me a reason to wipe that motherfucker off the face of the planet, Shannen, just one more.”
She doesn’t answer, and in her silence, I unravel. I move in slowly, pressing my weight forward, over her, around her, until I’m the only thing she can feel. I rise higher, bracing my forearm beside her head, and bring her fingers to my face. Dragging my nose along them, I inhale her scent, then pull them into my mouth, my tongue tracing the tips and tasting what’s left of her.
I swear I could die right here, and I’d go out smiling because there’s no higher heaven for a man like me than this.
“Come on, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing her knuckles. “Say his name so I can rip out his spleen and serve it to his precious stepmommy on a plate.”
Her hips lift in response, dragging the damp heat of her pussy over my cock through our clothes, and I let out a dry laugh.
“Uh-uh.” I tighten my grip on her wrists. “You don’t get to use that body to leash me again. Not tonight.” I dip my head, my breath ghosting over the shell of her ear. “So either say his nameor call out the one you wish you could forget, but never fucking do.”
Her lips part, trembling on the edge of surrender, and I can almost taste the truth fighting its way out of her.
Say it, baby. Say my name, and I’ll drag the stars to your feet.
“I can’t want this,” she whispers.
“Can’t want what? This?” I taunt, grinding my cock against her, pulling a moan straight out of her throat. “That’s a shame, pretty girl, because it’s only ever been yours.”
I do it again, just a little rougher, and her hips arch up, colliding with mine. Then we’re moving together, dry humping like it’s the only thing we’ve ever known—as if we’ve done it a thousand times, and we’ll do it a thousand more.
I’m not leaving this bed until I get her off, and if she keeps grinding against me like that, I’m going to lose it right along with her.
“More,” she pleads.
My hand trembles as it slides down between us, the other still pinning her wrists above her head. I find the thin barrier of her panties, fingertips brushing the edge of the fabric, playing with it, and testing my own control. I ease it aside, knowing I could touch her if I let myself—but I don’t. Not yet.
There is nothing I want more than to put my mouth on her.
Not to prove I can make her come.
Not to mark her.
But because I’m sick with it.
I’m obsessed.
Because I’ve waited.
Because I’ve spent a lifetime trying to be good enough to earn this.
But mostly because I’m hers.
My cock is fully tented like it’s trying to find its way to her, and every roll of her hips just makes it worse.It’s not even skin on skin, yet I’m shaking like I’m already inside her.
I’m fucking gone.
“Phoenix… no, it’s?—”
