Page 49 of Shattered In Darkness

Her eyes go wide, then darker. She licks her lips, slowly. My cock is throbbing. “Show me,” she whispers.

She’s trembling. My veins are humming. I crush my mouth to hers. The kiss is brutal; she gasps when I bite her lip, just to see if I can make her flinch. Instead, she arches and moans for me.

Perfect.

My hand slides up her thigh, slow, torturous. I feel how hot she is, how the muscle jumps as I touch her. She’s so fucking responsive. She tries to bury her face in my shoulder. I nudge her chin up, making her look at me, so I can see her wrecked and needy.

My palm slips under her shirt. She’s not wearing a bra, just smooth skin and little shivers. I graze her ribs, then higher, until I cup her tit in my hand. It’s heavy and soft.

She shudders and makes a helpless sound. She tries to talk, but all that comes out is, “Brody—fuck. Oh, God.”

I roll her nipple between my fingers. She jerks, and her thighs open under me.

“You like that?” I say it low. “You want more?”

She nods, desperate. “Don’t stop. Please.”

There it is. The begging, the hunger. I breathe it in.

I dive back in. Mouth on her throat, biting, sucking, leaving blossom marks only I get to see. She tastes like vanilla. She writhes. I love it. She’s not even pretending not to want it.

My fingers drift down, fumble the button of her shorts. I don’t take them off. Not yet. I press down over the seam, right where she’s soaked.

She bucks. Moans. “Oh, my god…”

“I could make you cum so easily like this.” I’m barely breathing. “You want that?”

She nods, wild, eyes drowning. I keep a steady rhythm rubbing her through the denim, and she can’t keep quiet. Little noises. Too fucking good.

She’s going to cum for me, just like this. I stroke her clit with my thumb and pinch her nipple at the same time. She chokes out my name, jerking wildly as her back bows. She’s so soft. So needy. My Bambi, right where I want her.

“Bambi,” I murmur. My voice shreds the quiet. “You look so fucking pretty begging for me.”

Her lashes flutter. “I’ve never begged before,” she whispers, embarrassed but proud.

“Good,” I say. “I don’t want anybody else to ever make you feel this way. I want you ruined for anyone but me.”

It’s fucked up, but she doesn’t fight it. She squirms, thighs clamping around my leg, and moans again. Deep and reckless.

Lola arches under me, tits pushed up into my palm, hips grinding into my thigh. The heat from her cunt burns through the denim. If I tug her shorts off, she’ll let me. I know it. She wants me to be the first. She wants me to be her fucking everything.

But I’m holding back. For her. For us. My monster’s on a leash, for now. She deserves to be worshipped, not devoured. Not unless she begs for it.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, lips on her ear, “and I’ll never deny you.”

She can barely breathe. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop touching me.”

I keep working her over, thumb grinding slow circles, fingers tugging her nipple until she nearly sobs. Her hips jerk up, chasing more. My cock is leaking, straining against my jeans.

She claws at my wrist. I know she has no control left. I like that. I love it.

She whines, frantic. “Brody, Brody, please, please.”

I could die right there, with her voice begging. It shreds my fucking soul.

I lean down, mouth against her ear. I make it nasty, gentle, worshipping and cruel. “You gonna cum for me, Bambi? You want me to?”

She nods, helpless, wet eyelashes and glazed blue eyes.