Page 71 of The Shadow Sanctum

“Please.” It comes out before though—before I even know what I’m asking for. More of him, more of the sting, more of everything. “Fuck me, Sawyer. Please.”

Another sharp smack to my ass, followed by the punishing drive of his hips, has me nearly collapsing forward. My elbows bend, my cheek rubs the sheet, but he hauls me back up with a fist in my hair.

“Uh-uh,” he says with his mouth close to my ear. “You don’t get to hide.”

He turns my head just enough that my eyes lock with his in the mirror. The heat there is a weight that strangles any movement.

“You feel that?” His thrust drives the question into me, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you love my cock.”

A shiver snakes down my spine as my knuckles whiten. “I love it.”

“Say it again.” Another thrust, harder this time, rocking me forward.

“I love your cock.” My voice trembles.

His hand leaves my shoulder to smooth down my back, fingers trailing over the curve of my spine before spreading wide over my hips. He uses the grip to pull me into him with each thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, syncing with my ragged breathing.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, almost like he’s talking to himself. Which makes every word land harder.

My body tightens around him in response. My reflection is flushed and wild, hair clinging to my damp cheeks, lips parted on every shaky exhale.

His pace shifts again, faster now, the rhythm losing its measured control. My palms slide in search of stable ground as each stroke sends me inching toward the edge.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, voice like gravel against silk.

I hesitate for only a heartbeat before sliding a hand between my thighs. My fingertips find slick heat and rub—hard—until a strangled moan tears free without shame.

“That’s it.” He watches in the mirror. “Rub that pretty little clit for me.”

The combination is dizzying—his relentless thrusts, the sharp sting still blooming on my skin, my own touch winding me tighter and tighter.

His chest molds to my back as he leans forward to speak in my ear. “You’re gonna come on my cock, Luna. Right here. While you look at yourself.”

My gaze stays locked on the mirror, on the picture we make together—him towering behind me, muscles taut, eyes fixed on me like I’m his only focus; me bent forward, shaking, every part of me offered to him.

As if ordered from the gods: the coil in my belly snaps and pleasure slams through me so hard it rips a scream from my throat. My hand falters, but his grip on my hip keeps me steady as wave after wave crashes over me.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, slowing his thrusts but never pulling out. He lets me ride the aftershocks until I’m trembling from head to toe.

When I sag forward, boneless, Sawyer’s thrusts quicken, ragged now, like he’s chasing my orgasm. His grip on my hips bruises, his chest pressed to my back as he drives in harder, rougher.

A groan tears from his throat, deep and guttural, before his body shudders against mine. The sound vibrates through me as he empties himself inside me.

For a moment, he stays there. Every muscle is drawn tight as he catches his breath. Then slowly, his hold softens.

He lifts my limp body and turns me so my head rests on a pillow. My eyes feel heavy as his heat envelops my back, one arm draping across my chest and hugging me close. I push myself against the scars on his chest.

The room is still except for the echo of our breathing.

Sawyer doesn’t get up to shut off the light, and that’s the only indication that he isn’t planning on crashing. I lie still, wishing he’d speak. Spin more of his cotton candy nonsense—here’s why I’m not disgusting or weird or fucked up.

It would be too pitiful to ask for it, so instead I stay quiet. Let my mind drift until my chest tightens thinking of everything that’s to come.

“What’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” Sawyer whispers like he can feel the sudden tension. The weight of his arm shifts as he pulls hair back behind my ear, petting me in slow strokes that remind me of the first time he put a belt around my neck. Even then, I couldn’t bring myself to hate him.

I let out a deep sigh as my eyes close against his touch.

“I have to kill my father.”