Page 137 of Cold Mercy

I grip her hips, holding her still as I look up at her, my eyes dark with a possessiveness that scares even me.

“They’re beautiful, Sophia. Every mark on your body belongs to me now. You belong to me. Do you understand?”

Her eyes widen, glassy with emotion. She nods, a single jerky movement.

“Show me,” she breathes. “Show me I’m yours.”

That breaks the last thread of my restraint.

I shed the rest of my clothes and position myself between her legs.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I command.

She does, her feet digging into my back, pulling me closer with a strength that matches mine.

I push into her slowly, watching her face, needing to see her take me.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” I groan, the sensation nearly blinding me. “You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this.”

“Then stop talking,” she challenges, breathless but defiant, “and fuck me.”

There she is. My equal. My trouble.

I start to move, the friction electric. I lean down, biting her neck, marking her.

“Tell me who owns you right now,” I whisper darkly against her skin.

“You,” she gasps, arching into the pain, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Only you, baby.

The word baby shatters me. Hearing it from her, hearing that sweet, possessive endearment while I’m buried inside her, sends a jolt of heat straight to my core that nearly blinds me.

“Fuck,” I groan, my control snapping completely. “Say it again.”

She lifts her head from the pillow, her movements slow and heavy with pleasure. She pulls me down, her lips brushing mine, soft and yielding.

“I’m all yours, baby,” she sighs against my mouth.

“Christ,” I breathe. I’m fucking lost. God forgive me for every single thing I’m about to do to this girl. Forgive me for the way I’m going to touch her, the way I’m going to fuck her like there's no tomorrow. Amen.

I pull back, looking down at her, flushed and wrecked and beautiful.

“Open your mouth,” I demand. “And show me your tongue, princess.”

She opens for me without hesitation, eyes locked on mine, completely submissive in a way that makes my blood roar.

I spit on her tongue, then slide two fingers into her mouth, feeling the slick wetness, watching her suck on them like she was made for it.

“That’s it,” I praise her, my voice low. “Take it.”

I pull my fingers out and drive back into her, harder this time, setting a punishing pace.

“Where have you been all my life?” I ask, breathless.

Before she can answer, I slide my fingers into her hair at the base of her skull, gripping hard enough to pull her head back against the pillows, exposing her throat.

Her lips part on a gasp, and I cover her mouth with my other hand, silencing her, owning every sound she makes.

Every thrust pins her deeper into the mattress, stealing the breath she can't take, making her mine in a way words never could.