He licks into my mouth, bites my lip, and fucks me harder.
“Mine, mine, mine.”
Each word is a thrust.
Each thrust a mark.
“Ever—” It comes out shredded.
He drags his mouth to my ear. “Scream. No one can hear you. Scream and come all over my cock.”
That does it.
The dirty promise. His voice. The fullness of him. The brutal pace and the grind of his body where we’re joined. I come again with a curse, clenching around him so hard I feel him lose rhythm.
His movements turn jerky.
For one desperate second I think he’s going to stay buried and spill inside me, and some traitorous part of me wants exactly that.
Instead he tears himself free with a rough groan and pumps his cock in his fist, jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut. Cum streaks the ground near the roots while he rides out the orgasm in fractured grunts.
I stare at him, breathing like I ran a mile.
I’m in so much trouble. Because I wanted him to come in me. Because I wanted him to keep saying mine until I forgot my own name.
Because one of these days I’m going to pay for wanting what men like him do to women like me.
He’s chosen me. I haven’t chosen him.
...Have I?
Ever opens his eyes, still breathing hard, and steps close enough to press his sweat-slick forehead to mine. He steals one more kiss—slower this time, less violence, more aftermath.
Then he lowers me carefully until my boots hit dirt.
My legs barely hold.
I brace on the tree while he tucks himself away, and the trembling starts somewhere deep and works its way outward. My lips won’t stop shaking.
Ever grabs my pants from where he threw them and shakes off leaves and grit. He looks up to hand them to me—and freezes.
“Reva?”
His gaze drops—fast, precise—down my shirt to my side and to the darkening spread he couldn’t see in the low light before. His face changes in a way that makes my stomach drop as he helps ease my legs into them.
“Jesus Christ.”
My pants on but unbuttoned, he reaches for me and stops himself mid-motion as if afraid to hurt me more.
“Sit.”
“No.”
“Reva.” His voice turns iron. “Sit.”
I swallow hard and slide down the tree, dirt cold under my thighs, breath coming shallow now that the adrenaline is gone.
Ever drops to a crouch, hands steady, and lifts the hem of my shirt with two fingers like it might bite him.
