Page 72 of Break Me

My grip tightens.

“I don’t have gentle in me tonight,” I tell her.

“Then don’t hold back,” she says. “I’m not asking you to.”

Unable to resist, I pull back, then thrust harder, the head of my cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that makes her cry out, pleasure spilling from her lips in desperate gasps.

The sound of us fills the room, unhurried and intimate. I hold her close, my hands firm on her thighs as we move together, every motion drawing us closer instead of pulling us apart. For a moment, there's nothing beyond her—nothing but the rhythm we've found together and the certainty that this is exactly where we're meant to be.

“Just like that,” she urges, and the intensity builds between us, a storm of desire I don’t want to escape.

With every thrust, I lose myself deeper in her, the world outside disappearing as I focus solely on the pleasure radiating between us. Raven’s body responds eagerly, her moans urging me on, pushing me to go harder, faster.

“God, you feel incredible,” I whisper between breaths, my voice rough with desire. I can feel my control slipping, the heat coiling tighter in my core.

She meets my every movement, pulling me even closer, her body craving more. “Don’t stop, Wolf,” she gasps, the urgency in her voice sending a fresh wave of need crashing over me.

Hearing it from her mouth unravels something sharp and dangerous inside me. “say it again,” I growl.

Her eyes hold mine. “Wolf,” she says again, unapologetic. “I want all of you.”

“You already have me,” I say low. “Every damn piece.”

I grip her tighter, my hands digging into her soft skin, aware, even through the haze that I’ll leave bruises, and liking the thought that she’ll wear evidence of this tomorrow.

Each thrust becomes more demanding. The way she clings to me. The way she squeezes her legs tighter around my waist, only heightens the sensation. Every inch of her body igniting an insatiable hunger inside me.

“Just like that,” she encourages, her voice a sultry whisper that drives me wild. I can feel her nearing the edge.

“Raven,” I groan, my breath ragged as I push us both toward that precipice. The tension builds like a fire roaring between us.

“Let go with me,” she pleads, her eyes locking onto mine. With one final thrust, I surrender to the pleasure as we both tumble over the edge together. The world around us fades away as I grip her tighter, holding her close as we both surrender to the bliss that envelops us.

She shudders beneath me, her body quaking in the aftermath, and I can’t help but smile against her skin, the taste of satisfaction lingering in the air. I slowly withdraw, savoring the remnants of our connection, feeling her warmth still clinging to me.

Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against hers, our eyes locked, both of us still riding the aftershocks of our intensity.

“What was that?” she asks, a breathless laugh escaping her lips.

“Just the beginning,” I reply, a smirk playing on my lips as I pull her in for another kiss, the promise of more lingering in the air.

Carefully, I lower her, her feet finding the floor again, but I don’t let go. My hands linger at her waist as I lean in to kiss her again. I stay close, breathing her in, letting the moment settle instead of rushing past it. Then my hand slides into hers as I turn us toward the hallway.

“I’m not done with you,” I say quietly, the promise in it unmistakable.

Raven follows without hesitation as I lead her toward the bedroom, the urgency from before easing into something deeper, something meant to last.

The bed creaks softly as she sits, then lies back, her eyes staying locked on me. My chest tightens at the sight of her in my bed. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, and the quiet trust in her eyes steals the breath from my lungs.

This time, I take my time with her. My mouth follows my hands, relearning the shape of her, paying attention to every breath, every small shift of her body. She arches into my touch, fingers threading into my hair, grounding me to this moment. I hold on to every second, knowing moments like this are never promised. I want to remember all of it.

When I finally settle over her, she reaches up and cups my face, steady and sure.

“I love you,” I say, low and unguarded.

“I love you too,” she says, like it’s the simplest truth she’s ever known.

It does something to me, knowing that she’s here like this. That she trusts me.