I drag my thumb through the mess between her thighs, and a full-body shudder rips through me.
Jesus Christ, I’m touching her.
She’s soaked in me, and possession like I’ve never felt curls in my gut like smoke.
I’ve marked her.
Claimed her.
Shannen Clarke is painted in me.
Her clit’s swollen, and when I graze it, her whole body jolts.
“Oh fuck.” She gasps, her back arching off the bed.
“I want all of this inside you,” I growl, and she whimpers as my thumb presses harder, circling that tight, pulsing bundle of nerves like it’s the center of the universe. “I want you leaking with me. I want you dripping every time you move. I want it to fucking hurt when I’m not inside you.” I lean in, hovering just above her parted lips, close enough to feel the heat of her breath. “Because that’s where this is headed, pretty girl. You know that, right? You gave yourself to me the second you let me back in.”
The way her body answers mine is addictive as hell.
She’s already unraveling, and I haven’t even touched her the way I’m dying to.
“You like that? You like being mine like this?”
“Stop talking, Phoenix.”
“Run your mouth all you want. It doesn’t change the fact it’s me you need.”
I smear my thumb through my cum, her wetness, all of it mixed together. Proof that no matter what she tells herself, she still feels me.
“Open,” I murmur, and her lips part instantly, just like I knew they would.
I push my thumb into her mouth, feeling her tongue wrap around it, licking away the mess we made.
“You taste that? That’s us. That’s everything we are. Every dark,twisted part that binds us together. But do you know what else that is? That’s forever, baby. You and me, exactly how it was always meant to be.”
“If you feel that way, then why haven’t you tasted us?”
“If you want me to eat your pussy, you’ll ask for it. You’ll say, ‘Phoenix, wrap your mouth around my clit, and don’t stop until I’m coming all over your fucking face.’”
“Phoenix… please wrap your lips around a dick, and tell me you’re finally done with me.”
This fucking girl.
She won’t be tamed, and that stubbornness only makes me hunger for her harder. But she needs to understand that from this moment forward, her pleasure belongs to me, and when she lets me all the way in, she’ll learn just how permanent that ownership can be.
With one hand still locked around her wrists, I reach for my phone, flick on the light, and bite down on the edge to keep it steady. The beam hits between her thighs, and my cum glistens on her skin, slick and shining like a crown.
God, I want to lick her—not in a romantic, worship-the-ground-she-walks-on kind of way. No, I want to drag my tongue through my own cum, clean up the mess I made, like it’s a fucking delicacy, then spit it in her mouth so she’s marked on the inside too.
I want every depraved, dirty thing we could ever dream up, and the best part is, I know she wants it just as bad.
She’s just punishing us both right now.
She’s holding out like she’s in control, which is honestly fucking adorable, but I’ve survived years without touching her.
So go ahead, baby, put on the performance of your life. Drag this outand pretend you’re not as sick for me as I am for you. But fake doesn’t last forever, and your body’s already given you up.
I lift my face, and the light catches her eyes, making her squint.
