My moans filled the room as he moved inside me, each thrust hitting deeper than the last. “You're mine, Edwina,” he growled, his voice filled with possession and hunger. With a hard thrust, he drove his point home. “You were mine...” Another powerful thrust followed as he continued claiming me. “...and you are mine,” he grunted, emphasizing each word with a forceful thrust.
“You like that don't you?” Hayden asked, his hips snapping forward to drive deep inside me. “Like it when I claim this pussy as mine?”
“Fuck yes, give it to me harder,” I demanded, throwing my hips back to meet his every thrust.
He captured my lips in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans as he pounded into me relentlessly. With each powerful thrust, hereminded me who I belonged to, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Damn,” Hayden growled against my lips, his thrusts never slowing as he took what belonged to him. “This pussy is mine... it's always been mine...” Thrust after thrust, he drove his claim deeper. “... and it will always be mine,” he finished with a final, deep thrust that sent us both tumbling over the edge.
I screamed out his name as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. Hayden roared in ecstasy, and I felt his cock swell inside me before he filled my pussy with his hot cum. Together we rode out our shared orgasm, our bodies trembling and slick with sweat as we clung to each other in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
My breath had not yet steadied when he found me again. His hand remained at my neck, his thumb resting against the frantic pulse there as though he could feel every unstable beat, every fractured rhythm that betrayed far more than I was willing to admit.
My fingers tightened against him, and my body answered in ways I could no longer control. Every instinct pulled me closer while my mind screamed at me to stop, to remember, to hold on to the reasons I had left in the first place. For one reckless moment, those reasons felt far away, buried beneath the heat of him, the pressure of his hands, and the way my breath kept breaking between what I wanted and what I knew I should never allow again.
Then something changed.
It was not the kiss at first. It was him. His hands stilled, the rhythm between us faltered, and the spell we had both fallen into cracked just enough for reality to slip back in. When I followed his gaze and realized where his attention had gone, my whole body went rigid.
His eyes had dropped to the part of me I had never allowed anyone to see without consequence.
The scar.
It was faint, hidden so well that I had learned to live with it in silence, but Hayden was looking at it now as if he had found something that did not belong to the woman he remembered.
“What is this?” he asked.
The desire had left his voice, replaced by something sharper, something unsettled.
Panic rose before I could stop it. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly.
He didn’t believe me. His hand moved with care this time, and when his fingers brushed the scar, my breath caught. The touch went deeper than skin, cutting straight into the truth I had spent years protecting.
“What the fuck is this, Edwina?” His voice roughened, anger threading through the confusion. “What happened to you?”
I could barely breathe with him standing this close, touching the one mark that could unravel everything.
“I told you, it’s nothing,” I said again, but the words sounded weaker now.
He wasn’t listening.
“I remember every inch of you,” he said, his fingers still resting near the scar as if he needed proof that it was real. “You didn’t have this before.”
The words hit harder than I expected, because he was right. He knew me once. And now there was something on my body that did not belong to his memory, something he could not explain, and I could see the question forming in his eyes before he even opened his mouth.
My heart started pounding harder.
He cannot know.
Not like this. Not now.
I stepped back, breaking the contact before his touch could pull another truth out of me. My hands moved to cover myself, more out of panic than sense, because he had already seen enough.
“It’s nothing,” I said, sharper this time. “Leave it alone.”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying.”
