I press back against him. “I need more.”
He starts to move with deep thrusts that hit perfectly with the grind of his hips, dragging over every inch inside me.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “All composed at work, telling people where to stand and how to breathe.” He fucks in harder, making me cry out. “And now you’re dripping all over my cock.”
My fingers clutch the sheets, mind unraveling. I’m floating, so completely undone at the feel of him, that the words slip out before I can stop them.
“Who do I belong to?” I whimper.
He freezes, pauses his thrusting entirely. And then growls like he’s losing his fucking mind. He thrusts deep, hand tightening at my hip.
“You asking me that now, sweetheart?” His voice is thin, pulled tight. “You don’t already know?”
My chest aches as I whisper it again. “Who do I belong to, Reid?”
He pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in.
“You’re mine,” he says, voice breaking around the truth of it. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp.
He shudders behind me, forehead dropping to my shoulder.
“Only me,” he mutters, kissing the back of my neck. “Only I get to see you like this, all fucking wrecked and begging.”
His hand slides along my skin, palm wrapping around my throat as the rhythm builds again, each thrust harder and needier. I can feel how badly he’s holding back, not wanting to break me, even now.
“Harder,” I beg. “Please.”
And he gives it to me, rutting into me like he can’t stop, whispering filth between kisses to my shoulder, my jaw, my temple.
“God, I’ll never get enough of you,” he pants. “Fucking made for me.”
“I want it all,” I gasp. “I wantyou.”
His hips stutter for a second before slamming deeper, but then I feel the buildup mounting, unstoppable at the feel of him.
“Give it to me, Havoc.” He reaches around to circle my clit, working me in rhythm with every thrust. “Come for me just like this.”
I do, his name ripped from my throat as he fucks me through it. He follows with a growl, thrusts growing sloppy as he pulses deep, filling me until I’m overflowing.
I feel the twitch, the warmth, the last shudder of him giving in before he collapses behind me.
He buries his face against the back of my neck, and I don’t say anything, just reach an arm back to tug him in tighter. Needing the press of his chest and the curve of his palm low across my belly.
He kisses my temple. “You good?”
I nod, throat tight. “Yeah. So good.”
His fingers weave through mine, and his thumb brushes along the curve of my knuckles. We don’t speak again as we come down from our highs, but I feel it. All of it.
The connection, the devotion. The love.
It’s everywhere. In the way he moves around me, the way he takes care of me and watches me like I’m the only thing that matters.
Even if both of us are still too scared to say it out loud.
Chapter twenty-five
