Page 149 of Blades Out
Her breath hitched. I pulled back just enough to see her face—eyes wide, lips parted, cheeks flushed pink. Fuck, she was beautiful like this. Undone. Mine.
"W-what?" Her voice cracked.
I didn’t repeat it. Just held her gaze, waiting.
She searched my eyes, like she was looking for the lie, the joke, the catch. There wasn’t one.
A slow blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks darker. My cock twitched inside her at the sight.
"What?" I growled, rolling my hips just to watch her gasp.
She swallowed hard. "Maybe tell me when your cock isn’t buried inside me."
A dark laugh rumbled in my chest. I thrust deeper, just to prove I could. "I’ll tell you whenever the fuck I want."
Her nails dug into my shoulders, but she didn’t push me away. Just bit her lip, her body tightening around me again.
"Rhys—"
"Say it back." Not a request. A demand.
She hesitated. Not because she didn’t feel it—because she was scared. Of me. Of this. Of what it meant.
I didn’t give her time to overthink it. I kissed her, hard and possessive, my tongue sweeping into her mouth like I owned it. Like I owned her.
When I pulled back, her eyes were dazed, her lips swollen.
"Say it," I repeated, my voice rough.
She exhaled shakily. "I?—"
I slowed my thrusts, dragging out each movement until she whimpered against my mouth. Her nails scratched into my shoulders, her body trembling around me, but I didn’t let her look away. Didn’t let her hide.
“I know you love me,” I growled, my voice rough against her ear. My hips rolled again, slow and deep, making her gasp. “I’ve known since the first time you kissed me.”
She tried to close her eyes. I caught her chin, forced her to meet my gaze.
“Tell me.”
Her breath hitched, her body clenching around me. “What if you leave again?”
I stilled. Then snapped my hips forward hard enough to make her cry out. “You think I could leave you?” Another brutal thrust. “You think you can leave me?”
She whimpered, her fingers twisting in my hair. I didn’t let up. Didn’t give her space to breathe. Just fucked her harder, deeper, my cock hitting that spot inside her that made her tremble.
“I’ve been obsessed with you since the second I saw you,” I admitted, my voice dark and rough. “Since you spilled coffee on me and looked at me like you knew me. Like you’d been waiting for me.”
Her breath came in sharp, broken gasps. I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. Not when she was this close, not when I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring.
“I watched you for days,” I confessed, my thrusts turning erratic. “Told myself I wouldn’t touch you. Told myself you were too young, too innocent, too good for a man like me.”
She moaned, her back arching off the wall. I gripped her hip harder, my fingers bruising her skin.
“But then you kissed me,” I growled, my voice breaking. “And I knew. I knew I’d never let you go. And it only solidified when your blood stained my cock and those sheets and—fuck!"
Her body locked up, her nails raking down my back. I could feel her orgasm building, her walls fluttering around me, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
“You’re mine,” I snarled, my hips snapping forward. “Say it.”
