She feels too damn good.
Almost like she was built to fit around me, built to destroy every rule I ever set for myself.
“Do you feel that?” My teeth graze the tender edge of her ear as my hips press forward, pinning her hard against the wall. “The way you tighten around me?”
Her head tips in denial as her nails dig deep, dragging down my shoulders. She grips me with every pulse of her body. Every desperate tremor gives her away.
Words can lie.
Bodies don’t.
And hers is screaming the truth.
Whether she wants it to or not.
I ease back, until only the blunt head rests against her entrance, poised and waiting. The tension between us stretches, a rubber band straining to the snapping point. She sighs against my mouth, and the faint sound goes straight through me. Every part of me screams to move, to bury myself in her again, but I hold still because I need her to feel every second of this.
To know who’s guiding it.
Who’s fighting to keep control even as it slips away.
I want her desperate enough to finally crack.
Maybe then she’ll understand it isn’t power I’m after.
It’s her.
She’s the only thing that’s ever quieted the noise in my head.
“Beg for it, Rina.” What spills out of me is rough and edged in demand. “Beg for my cock.”
I need to hear her surrender, proof she’s still mine even after a week of pretending she’s not.
A small, broken sound leaves her as her fingers catch the tile behind her. Watching her fight herself is almost unbearable. Every second she resists feels like a test I’m about to fail.
For a moment, I almost take it back.
“Oliver—”
“Not good enough,” I growl.
It’s not cruelty that drives me. It’s the need to see her drop every wall she’s ever hidden behind. To know I’m the only one who can pull the truth from her lips.
I thrust just enough for a moan to break loose from her before stopping again and watching as she unravels in front of me. The sound cracks through the space as every muscle in my body strains to stay still. Holding back feels like tearing skin, but I need her words more than my next breath.
“Rina…” Her name slips out, equal parts warning and prayer. “Beg like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.”
Her whine is laced with desperation as it shreds the thin wall of her pride. Her eyes flutter shut, the last of her defenses collapsing, and the sound she makes lands somewhere between defiance and surrender.
“Please, Oliver. Please, I need you.”
It isn’t the plea that undoes me. It’s hearing my name caught in her need. It’s knowing she’s finally stopped pretending this doesn’t burn her the same way it does me.
I push back inside her. It’s measured enough to feel the way her body yields and takes me in, inch by inch, until there’s nothing left between us but this shared moment of honesty.
Every push feels like a confession. Every sound she makes is an answer I didn’t realize I was waiting for.
This is what it’s always been about.
