Page 148 of Blades Out
Nothing—not guilt, not shame, not consequences—would keep me from her now.
My free hand slid down her side. Gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints. She whimpered, and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her like I could consume every piece of her until there was nothing left that didn't belong to me.
My fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, shaking with something between rage and need. She didn’t stop me. Just watched with those wide, dark eyes as I dragged the zipper down, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled. The denim hit the floor with a quiet thud. Her underwear followed—black lace, already damp—and I groaned at the sight of her, bare and trembling and mine.
I didn’t wait. Didn’t ask. Just freed myself, my cock already hard and leaking, the tip glistening with precum. She bit her lip as she stepped out of the tangled fabric, her chest rising and falling fast. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t do anything but need.
I grabbed her thighs and lifted. She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, her arms locking around my neck. The second her heat pressed against me, I lost what little control I had left. I guided myself to her entrance—wet, ready—and thrust up in one rough motion.
She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. I buried my face against her neck, breathing her in as I bottomed out. Fuck, she was tight. Perfect. Mine.
I didn’t move at first. Just held her there, impaled on me, letting her adjust. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts, her body clenching around me like she never wanted to let go. I could’ve stayed like that forever—inside her, connected, owning—but the need to move was too strong.
I pulled back slowly, then snapped my hips forward. She cried out, the sound swallowed by the empty café. I did it again. Harder. Deeper. Her back hit the wall with each thrust, her breathy moans driving me wild. I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t fuck her hard enough, deep enough, close enough.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, her body arching into mine. I gripped her ass tighter, lifting her just to slam her back down, over and over, until the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin. I didn’t care if someone walked in. Didn’t care about anything but the way she clenched around me, the way her nails scored my skin, the way her voice broke when I hit that spot inside her just right.
She was mine.
And I was never letting go.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body clenching around me like she wanted to smother me. I could’ve stayed buried inside her forever, but the need to move was too strong. I pulled back slowly, then snapped my hips forward. She cried out, the sound swallowed by the empty café.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her throat, my voice rough with possession. “Say it.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yours.”
I thrust harder, deeper, punishing the wall with every snap of my hips. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the silence, raw and desperate. Every inch of her was mine—her breathy moans, the way her body trembled, the way she clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
And I wanted her to fall apart. Wanted to watch her shatter on my cock, wanted to feel her come undone because of me. The tension from Ben’s smug face, from her father’s taunts, from every second I’d spent pretending I didn’t want her—it all coiled inside me, tight and vicious. I took it out on her body, fucking her like she was the only thing that could keep me from breaking.
Her back hit the wall with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp gasps. I gripped her ass tighter, lifting her just to slam her back down, over and over, until the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the wet slap of skin. I didn’t care if someone walked in. Didn’t care about anything but the way she clenched around me, the way her nails scored my skin, the way her voice broke when I hit that spot inside her just right.
“You feel that?” I demanded, my voice a dark growl. “You feel how good we are?”
She nodded, her body arching into mine, her breath hitching as I drove into her again. “Yes?—”
I cut her off with another brutal kiss, swallowing her words, her moans, everything.
Her nails raked down my back as I drove into her harder, the sting of it only making me fuck her deeper. The wall shook with every thrust, her breath coming in sharp, broken gasps against my mouth. I could feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring, and I wanted it—wanted her to come undone, wanted her to scream my name so loud the whole damn building heard.
"Come on, baby," I growled against her ear, my voice rough with need. "Let me hear you."
She whimpered, her body trembling, her fingers digging into my shoulders like she was trying to climb inside me. I snapped my hips forward, hitting that spot deep inside her that made her gasp, her back arching off the wall. Again. And again. Until her breath hitched, until her body locked up, until she was right there?—
"Rhys—!"
Her scream echoed through the empty café, raw and desperate, and fuck if it didn’t make me harder. I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. Not when she was clenching around me like that, her body milking me, her voice breaking on my name. I wanted everyone to hear her. Wanted every fucking person in this building to know exactly who she belonged to.
I buried my face against her neck, my thrusts turning erratic as her orgasm ripped through her. Her nails scratched my scalp, her body shuddering against mine, and I groaned, my own release barreling toward me like a freight train. I couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to.
With one final, brutal thrust, I came inside her, my cock pulsing as I spilled deep. My forehead dropped to her shoulder, my breath ragged, my body still trembling with the force of it. She was warm and soft and mine, her fingers slowly dragging through my hair, her heartbeat pounding against my chest.
I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not yet. Not when she felt this perfect.
"I love you."
I didn’t plan to say it. The words just tore out of me, raw and unfiltered, while I was still buried inside her. My cock pulsed with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body pressed against hers, her warmth surrounding me like a second skin.
