“You’re the one who screams,” I mutter against her skin, my teeth grazing her earlobe. “I’m going to have to gag you to keep you quiet.”
I pull back just enough to see her face. Her eyes widen, the pupils swallowing the iris, and a spark of raw excitement flashes there. My grip on her wrists tightens.
“You like that, don’t you? The thought of me gagging you.”
She doesn’t pull away. She leans into the hand holding her hair, her breath coming in shallow hitches. I shift, my weight heavy and demanding between her thighs.
“I’ll gag you with my cock until you’re too busy swallowing to make a sound.”
Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, her gaze dropping to my mouth. She hasn’t touched me like that yet—hasn’t gone down on me—and the sudden, heavy silence between us confirms she’s thinking about it.
“What kind of sex do you like?” I keep my voice low, a rough vibration in the quiet room. “I haven’t asked.”
She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling against mine. “I … I don’t know.”
“Ever been gagged before?”
“No.”
“Blinded?”
“No.”
“Tied up?”
“No.”
I pause, my hand sliding from her hair down to the pulse point in her neck. It’s racing, a frantic little bird trapped undermy palm. I watch her eyes—the way they won’t leave mine, the way she’s shivering even though the room is warm.
“But you’re interested.”
“Yes.”
I lean down, my lips brushing her ear, my voice a dark promise.
“Thorne’s going to hear everything he’s missing. When we’re finally clear of this mess, I’m going to take my time and fuck you properly—spend all night doing every single thing you just said ‘Yes’ to.”
I shift, my hand reaching for the button of her jeans, my gaze locked on hers.
“But for right now? I don’t have that kind of patience. Right now, I just need to be inside you.”
I wrench the denim down her legs, not caring where it lands. She’s frantic now, kicking free of the fabric, her heels digging into the mattress to bridge her hips up toward mine. I don’t give her a second to breathe. I shove her legs back, pinning her knees toward her shoulders until she’s completely open, completely mine.
“Don’t move,” I growl, the command vibrating in the inches between our mouths.
I line myself up and drive home in one heavy, punishing thrust.
The sound she makes is a strangled wreck of a noise. Her back arches off the bed, her eyes flying wide as she takes all of me at once. I immediately slam my palm over her mouth, muffling the high-pitched keening that tries to escape her throat. Her teeth graze my palm, her fingers clawing at my forearms as she tries to find her rhythm, but I don’t let her. I set the pace—hard, deep, and relentless.
The headboard hits the wall with a dull, rhythmic thud. Every time it strikes, I think of Thorne on the other side, and I hit her harder.
“Look at me,” I demand, my voice a jagged whisper.
She focuses on me, her gaze hazy and blown out with heat. Tears of friction and pleasure bead at the corners of her eyes. I lean down, my chest crushing hers, and replace my hand with my mouth. I kiss her with a bruising intensity, my tongue forcing its way past her teeth, claiming her breath just like I’m claiming her body.
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles to pull me deeper. The friction is agonizingly perfect. I feel her walls start to ripple, that tight, clenching heat that signals she’s right on the edge.
“Go on,” I mutter against her lips, my pace turning brutal. “Scream into me. Let him hear you break.”
