Page 191 of Scarlet Wars
“Fuck,” I whispered, leaning in to brush a damp strand of hair from her cheek. Her skin was still warm, dewy with sweat, and when her eyes fluttered open to meet mine, I nearly lost it all over again.
“You’re so godsdamn perfect.”
Not just her body, though that alone could’ve ruined me.
It was everything. The way she looked at me. The way she trusted me. The way she gave herself over without hesitation. No walls. No shame. No fear.
She was so fucking mine, and I was so far gone for her, I didn’t know where I ended and she began.
Her breathing had started to slow, but the fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it had deepened, turned molten.
“Caden, I want to feel you inside me. I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Jesus, Emma,” I breathed, the last thread of my control fraying. “You begging for my cock should be fucking illegal.”
My mouth crashed onto hers, rough and ravenous, like I could devour the sound of her need.
She barely had time to catch her breath before I freed my hard cock, lined myself up and pressed the thick head to her entrance, still soaked, still twitching from her orgasm. I held there, just long enough to meet her eyes.
“There’s no going back after this, Nightcrawler,” I growled, my voice all gravel and heat. “You take my cock, and that’s it. You’re mine. Forever.”
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t even hesitate. She just smiled. “Less talking, more fucking.”
A feral sound ripped from my throat. I slapped her clit again, hard, and precise.
She jolted beneath me, a gasp tearing from her lips as her back arched, thighs twitching around my hips.
“You want my cock inside you?” I rasped, teasing her entrance with controlled pressure.
She nodded, breathless. “Yes.”
“Then ask menicely.”
Her gaze lifted, lips wet, eyes dark with the kind of submission that made my blood burn. “Please fuck me…Sir.”
I nearly blew my load then and there.
Another growl ripped from deep in my chest. “Oh, fuck.That’swhat you call me from now on.”
And then, in one brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt.
She screamed and cursed at me like the hellcat she was. “Godsfuckingdamn, Colt!”
“Too much?” I groaned, tight with restraint.
“Yes!” she gasped, trembling beneath me. “Fuck! Let a girl adjust!”
My jaw clenched, every instinct in me screaming to move, to take, to lose control. She was wrapped around me like a vice—tight and wet—while those stunning blue eyes locked onto mine, blazing with heat and defiance and something beautifully wrecked.
I leaned closer, my voice dark and edged with promise. “You’re taking every inch of me, Nightcrawler.”
A beat. A breath.
“I’m going to ruin you,” I murmured, my grip tightening slightly, “the way you ruined me.”
But I held still. Not only because she asked, but because I wanted to feel her melt around me.
I needed to feel her surrender.
