“Let…let me choke you.”
Her eyes widened, a raw mix of fear and hunger twisting her expression, telling me everything I needed to know. She froze, lips parted on a silent gasp for one suspended heartbeat.
“Trust me, baby girl. I promise I’ll always keep you safe,” I whispered against her lips, kissing her softly.
That single nod sent something dark and possessive straight through me.
I slid my hand slowly up her body, fingers spreading over her collarbone before wrapping firmly around the slender column of her throat. My thumb stroked the pulse rapidly beating against her soft skin, holding her there, letting her absorb the weight of my palm. Her pulse hammered against my thumb.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I said.
Then I tightened my fingers, enough to restrict, enough to narrow her entire world down to the pressure at her throat and the thick head of my cock still teasing her entrance. Not enough to hurt her—I’d never hurt her, not truly, not in any way she didn’t want—but enough to own her completely.
Her eyes rolled back before she dragged them to mine, glassy with arousal and half-undone, a soft, strangled sound escaping her lips as her body clenched hard around nothing. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp she couldn’t fully voice.
I drove forward in one deep, claiming stroke and buried every inch inside her.
It was as if she were afraid that if she let go, whatever was happening between us would stop.
That undid me more than anything else could have.
I started to move, slow and deep at first—pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, the wet sound of our bodies filling the quiet room. Every thrust forced another choked, desperate sound from her throat that my palm caught and held. Her body trembled continuously beneath me as I drove harder,the grip on her neck keeping her exactly where I needed her, her eyes fighting to stay on mine through the haze of it.
“Look at you,” I murmured, lips brushing her ear while my hand stayed locked at her throat and my hips kept their relentless pace. “Taking me so beautifully while I choke every pretty sound right out of you.”
I loosened my grip for a few seconds and let her draw in a ragged, gasping breath, watching her chest heave with it. Then I tightened again, angled my hips, and drove directly into that perfect spot.
Her orgasm hit without warning.
Her body convulsed around me in powerful waves, gripping me so tight that my vision blurred at the edges. My hand tightened around her as her arousal flooded around my shaft with every thrust I drove into her. I fucked her through every spasm without slowing, chasing my own release while the dark satisfaction of having complete control over her—her body, her trust, every unguarded piece of herself she’d chosen to give me—flooded through my veins like an illicit drug.
When I finally released her throat, she sucked in air with a broken sob, my name a hoarse, undone cry from her lips.
I buried myself to the hilt one final time and came hard, my forehead dropping against hers while her body still trembled and clenched around me. My breath came in ragged gasps. Everything I kept controlled and compartmentalized unraveled inside this woman, quietly and completely, as if I had already decided she was worth the cost.
I stayed buried deep, my body still heavy over hers, neither of us in any hurry to reclaim the distance.
My hand drifted back to her throat, gentle now, fingers tracing the reddened skin with a slowness that contradicted everything that had come before it. Her pulse still raced beneath my touch.
Our breathing mingled together the same way our bodies remained tangled—no urgency left, no edge, nothing demanding anything from either of us for just this one suspended moment.
“Such a brave girl,” I murmured against her lips, the words coming out quieter than intended, rougher at the edges. “My brave girl.”
I kissed her slowly and deeply—nothing urgent or claiming behind it this time. Just committing her to memory, some quiet part of me already knew that the world we lived in now made no promises about moments like this one.
But she was real. Warm and solid beneath me, her hands still resting against my back as if she had no plans to move them. And for right now, in this room, that was enough—more than enough. More than I knew what to do with.
Twenty Five
See What I See -Libby
The high of the orgasm slowly receded, and with it came the wave I never managed to outrun, no matter how good the moment before had been: shame. Quiet and insidious, like a silent poison.
I crossed my arms over my chest and curled inward, suddenly aware of everything—every flaw, every mark, every way this body had been handled before him. His release still sat warm inside me, leaking slowly down my inner thighs, and instead of the intimacy it should have carried, it only made me more conscious of how exposed I’d let myself become. How messy. How seen.
His hands found mine and gently drew them away from my chest. His voice dropped low and steady.
“Libby, you’re beautiful.” A deliberate pause. “Don’t you get that?”
