So I slid that one finger into her, slowly, carefully, chasing each noise that she made. I found the places she enjoyed, the ones that got the best reactions. “Easy,” I whispered against the fabric of her bra, wet from my saliva. “How’s it feel?”
“Good.”
“Want it to feel even better?”
She nodded, her fingers digging into my back like the idea of me stopping terrified her.
Not that I would—I wasn’t that selfless. I wanted to see her come apart, wanted to watch her lose all her senses. I craved it more deeply than anything I’d desired before.
I shifted to two fingers, the feeling of her guiding putting me on edge even without having touched my cock. A man could get addicted to the feeling, to the way she pulled that corruption out of me with such ease. It was like a splinter I’d lived with for years finally getting removed, where I’d gotten so used to the pain that I hadn’t noticed it anymore.
Only when Yun removed it could I breathe easily, did I realize the strain from carrying that corruption inside me.
I fucked her with slow, deep thrusts of my fingers, stretching her out. Maybe I should have waited, but I didn’t trust myself to do that. I had a limit to what I could resist, and Yun’s cunt seemed to make up that limit.
She lifted her hips against my hand, making it feel as though she fucked herself. I was pretty sure I could have stayed still, and she’d have done all the work.
Which got to me all the more. I didn’t mind taking the reins, didn’t mind being in control at all, but the idea that she was so desperate to take what she needed? Oh, that fucking drew me in.
I pulled her bra up to expose her fully, but left the shirt and bra in place. So long as they didn’t keep me from my goal, I didn’t much care about removing them.
Her breasts weren’t huge—in fact, they’d probably be considered on the small side—but fuck if I cared. They were perfect, with pale skin but darker nipples. Not quite pink, more of a soft brown that looked absolutely delicious to me.
And not being one to resist, I leaned down and took one between my lips, teasing the stiff peak.
She opened so nicely for me, her body turning soft. Every now and then she would hesitate, but just for a heartbeat, before her muscles would loosen again. It was like her past came closer, but she ignored it, separating now from before, me from whoever had put that fear inside her.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Spark. You ready for that?” This was it, the one out I’d give her, the one chance to turn around and decide this wasn’t what she wanted. I pulled back enough to stare down at her, to look into her dark eyes, searching for an answer.
Even if she said yes, if she hated it, if her eyes said she wasn’t sure, I’d back off. Fuck, I’d chop off my own dick before I went too far with her or risked hurting her.
Which said something, because I was rather fond of my dick.
“Yes,” she said. Was there some doubt? Some worry? Sure, but nothing in her expression gave me pause, nothing made me think she was pushing herself beyond her limit.
“Good answer.” I wrapped my hand around my cock and rubbed the head along her drenched folds. She twitched against me, and I took that as the best welcome I’d ever gotten.
I sank into her slowly, the sensation of her body giving way for me fucking addicting. She was tight—uncomfortably so, really—but her giving into me made it better. In fact, a part of me felt as though her body reshaped just for me, like I left that big of a mark. Each piercing that pushed into her made me groan, the sound deep and not entirely good, but I still enjoyed every bit of it.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, the word heavy and strained. I wanted every part of her, and the more I had, the more I needed.
The further we went, the surer I felt that she was irrevocably bound to me, that I would never be able to let her go. It was like with our bodies connected, I truly felt whatever deeper bond existed between us.
It made me wrap my fingers over the front of her throat before leaning in and kissing her, as though that could make her come to the same conclusion I had, just when I fully seated my cock inside of her.
She’s mine.
Chapter Nine
Kenyon
The car just wouldn’t drive fast enough. Carter had taken the wheel, since he had the best reflexes as a combat specialist. He entirely ignored any speed limits, and was able to weave through traffic without trouble.
Anything to get back to the base faster, given the way Ingram had disappeared with her.
“They’re fine,” Shear said again, probably noting the amount of panic in the car.
“I’m not worried they’re hurt,” Carter bit out. “I’m worried that we’re being left out! Sharing is caring, damn it.”
