Then he drives in.
Fuck the condom.
The breath leaves me in a sharp sound as he fills me all at once, so deep it burns. My head falls backagainst the tree and the world narrows to heat and pressure and the blunt shock of him inside me.
He pulls almost all the way out. Slams back in. I cry out.
“Reva…” His forehead falls against mine. “Goddamn this pussy…best I’ve ever had.”
The filthy praise wrecks me. My body shudders around him. He catches my face in one hand, forces my eyes open when they try to roll shut.
“None of that. Look at me.”
It’s an order, and I obey before I can stop myself.
The second I meet his gaze, he kisses me—hungry, punishing, the first swallow of water after dying of thirst. His thrusts turn rougher, harder, pinning me between his body and the tree. Bark scrapes my ass, my thighs, but I don’t care. His cock pulses inside me, and every stroke strips out another thought.
Midway through a hard drive of his hips, Ever freezes. Not soft. Not gentle. Locked. His eyes flick down between us, then back up, sharp with alarm.
“Reva.”
His hand slides to my side—under my shirt, his fingertips finding wet heat. He pulls his fingers back and they’re dark in the low light.
Blood.
“You’re bleeding,” he says, voice gone hard. He starts to pull away.
I clamp my thighs around him and haul him in closer by his shirt, shaking my head once.
“Don’t you dare,” I rasp.
“We’re stopping.”
“No.” My voice breaks on the word, furious at him for choosing now to be careful. “It’s not?—”
I swallow and force the truth through my teeth. “It’s a small cut. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Ever’s jaw flexes, eyes scanning my face as though he can read lies in my pupils.
“Reva—”
I dig my nails into his shoulder, hard enough to make him hiss. “Keep going or we’re never doing this again.”
His breath punches out. Anger. Need. Something he can’t name. “You play fucking dirty, Reva. You’re gonna hate me,” he says, rough.
“I already do,” I whisper, and roll my hips against him on purpose.
Ever’s restraint snaps in his face. And then he drives back in like he’s punishing both of us for it.
He picks up speed until I can’t do anything but pant. No room for regret. No room for sense. Just him.
Then, without warning, still buried deep, Ever hauls me off the ground.
I gasp and lock my arms around his neck while instinct takes over and my legs wrap around his waist. My thighs shake. He braces me there and fucks up into me in hard, driving thrusts that knock broken sounds from my mouth.
I’m split open in the best way.
Consumed. Grounded. Utterly, fully, possessed.
