I glare at his smirk, though it’s half-hearted at best. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
His brow lifts, metal piercing flashing in the morning light like a taunt. “Patience, princess,” he says, pulling back almost all the way before driving in with a wet slap of skin.
My hand falls back against my mouth, muffling the cry as he sets a rhythm.
Slow at first, then faster.
Harder.
“How’s that?” he teases, doing it again with a deliberate grind that has my hips bucking up to meet him.
A low moan leaves me as I shake my head and roll my body. “More,” I demand. “Harder, Bash. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He growls low in his throat, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he gives me exactly what I asked for. Relentless, punishing thrusts make the bed creak and my vision tunnel, and overstimulation shifts to a fresh round of delirious need. What started as controlled and sweet has turned rushed and impatient, with no intention of slowing down.
Our bodies chase release in a fever of heat and friction. Sweat-slick skin slides together as we race toward the finish, and I’m dancing on that delicious, razor-thin line between pleasure and pain. The stretch of him inside me burns sweet and sharp, every thrust pushing me closer to the edge of overload.
He fucks me like he still remembers every secret spot that makes me unravel, until I’m shaking, breathless, and completely undone beneath him.
Bash’s words are broken by the cadence of his hips as he leans closer, ghosting his lips over mine in teasing brushes that make me chase them.
“My ass is going to sting for the rest of the day because of you,” he teases, and my breathy laugh turns into a moan of his name.
He grins, eyes wild with the same feral need coursing through me. “Every time you look at me,” he continues in a low drawl, “I’ll feel your cum dripping out of me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, fingers digging into his back as I arch up to meet him. “Keep talking like that and I’ll flip us over and fill you up again right now.”
His laugh is low and filthy, hips snapping harder. “Promise?”
“Try me,” I challenge on a gasp, clenching around him just to watch his eyes roll back. “I’ll have you leaking for days, darling. Everyone will know who you belong to.”
He shudders, breath hitching as he buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “All yours,” he rasps, voice breaking on a thrust. “Always fucking yours.”
My body locks, wringing tighter with each of his frantic thrusts. The edge sharpens, teetering on the brink of unbearable as every nerve ending in my body screams for release.
Then it snaps.
Ribbons of cum shoot across my abdomen in hot, pulsing waves, the climax ripping through me like it might split me in half.
Bash curses under his breath, and after a few more desperate thrusts, he bottoms out inside me. My hole squeezes around him as he comes, and he slams his mouth into mine.
“Gods, I love how easy you are,” he murmurs against our kiss. “I love being the one to make you fall apart. I’ve missed you so fucking much, Xen.”
Burying my face in the crook of his shoulder, I clutch at his back as he lazily thrusts through the last few moments of bliss. I savor the closeness, groaning quietly as he slows.
Our hearts pound in tandem as we catch our breath in the aftermath, bodies still entwined and slick with sweat. Bash’s lips chart a lazy trail across the side of my face, kissing a path along my jawline.
“I love you, Xen,” he whispers as his mouth lands beside my ear.
The world stops, for just a moment.
For years, I’ve lived in fear that his love died in the silence I forced between us.
That I’d killed it with my bare hands.
I hold on to him tighter, clinging as if we could ever be closer than we are in this moment.
“Will you say it again?” I ask in a whisper.
