Page 187 of Safe Word

I saw the exact moment he shattered. Those eyes held me. Eyes that were usually so in control – but not now.

And I knew I’d done it. I’d unravelled him without a flogger, or a safe word – just my mouth, my want, my will.

His jaw clenched, breath stuttering. That brutal body of his shook above me as my lips sealed tighter around the thick base of him. He gripped my hair, and for a beat I worried he might really stop me.

He didn’t.

When his hips snapped forward with rough, desperate thrusts, it was proof – I’d pulled his monster down.

And held him there.

A raw, strangled moan broke from him. The second I felt him swell, his cock pulsing on my tongue, I closed my eyes and took him harder.

He shot into me. Hot. Salty. Male.

Mine.

My man. My monster. My broken thing that bruised so beautifully with every touch.

I hollowed my cheeks, swallowed around him, feeling the last jerks of release throb through his length. His hand tightened in my hair as if he’d collapse otherwise.

I stayed right there, still, and with my mouth full, until I felt the tension bleed from his frame. Until he breathed again.

Then I pulled back slowly, letting his cock fall from my lips with a wet sound that made him groan like I’d hurt him.

I looked up. Swallowed slow, revelling in the way his eyes traced the workings of my throat. Then I licked my lips and moaned.

His eyes were on me – wild, dazed, reverent, enraged.

And for once, he didn’t try to hide it.

Surging forward, he spun me around. Then pinned me chest-first against the warm wall.

One hand braced my hip. The other slipped between my legs, rough fingers sliding through my slickness, then thrusting deep and relentless.

I cried out, but his palm closed over my mouth a breath before the sound could make it out.

Then his teeth sank into my shoulder. Hard.

The bite tore another broken sound from me, pleasure detonating anew.

My knees buckled, but he held me steady, whispering something against my skin. I couldn’t make out half of it – curses, promises, prayers.

Groans and gasps tangled with breath, forming a disjointed web of pleasure and punishment that bound us together, too tightly to break free.

And it didn’t take long for me to shatter again.

He held me through it – anchored me to the wall, trapped me within him – to this violent redemption.

The sting of his teeth pushed me past the edge until I broke. Until I begged.

I begged. Over and over – for him to stop. For him to keep going. I begged because it was the only thing I had left in me.

His grip eased – just enough – but he never let go.

We stood like that, bodies pressed, breaths stolen from each other like two secrets drowned in desperation and lust.

Seconds passed. Or hours. I didn’t know any more.