Page 183 of Safe Word

His mouth brushed mine as his fingers slid away, trailing heat as his pace picked up and I could feel him everywhere.

‘Fuck, is it really you?’ A whisper.

‘Yes,’ I breathed.

I whimpered, feeling that familiar sting of pain as his hard length filled me and took from me all at once.

‘Oh, I’m going to fill up every fucking hole in your body, Paula.’

The promise had me shuddering against him. My thighs clenched, pulling him deeper into me as watched the desolation with open delight.

‘I’m going to make you remember what it means to be full of me. Mouth…’ He swiped his thumb over my lips and bit down under my ear. I groaned. ‘…cunt…’ I sobbed as my knees began to tremble. ‘…arse…’

‘Cain…’ I murmured against his skin.

‘You’ll cry with my dick down your throat and scream when I stretch your pussy. And when I’m done… when you’re shaking…’ He bit down on the words, battling his own release. ‘When you’re dripping, broken – I’ll do it all over again.’

I breathed him in, eyes closing. ‘Green…’ I whispered.

He tensed. Moved faster.

‘That’s it,’ he murmured, his hand falling to my throat and tightening – just slightly, his rhythm building. ‘Soak me, baby.’

He pounded into me, eyes locked on mine, each thrust like a vow, each snap of his hips erasing the distance we’d forced between us.

His mouth latched onto mine and he took and took and took.

The cabinet creaked underneath. My thighs were already drenched. The edge returned.

Cain dropped his forehead to mine, rumbling low.

He consumed me, heat blooming up my spine as he bit down on my lip.

Each breath now belonged to him – and mine came shallow, stolen, as if the air wasn’t mine to claim any more.

Outside, Genevieve laughed at something.

Inside, I broke.

The orgasm ripped through me brutally; my body arching, clenching, choking on the scream I couldn’t let out.

He held me down with his hand back on my mouth, cock buried deep inside, his pulse thrumming beneath my cheek like a war drum – until his ruin followed.

He spilt into me with a groan that tore through us both – once, twice – before he stilled.

And held.

Breathed.

Trembled.

It had always been him. The shadow I returned to, the fire I crawled back to.

Outside, voices murmured, the world still turned… But in here, the clock had shattered.

The air didn’t move. The heat didn’t leave.

And his breath was still in my mouth, pressing into mine. Sweat cooled between us, chests synced in fractured flutters. My hands were still fisted in his shirt, knuckles white.