Page 74 of Bend & Break

He drops to his knees in front of me, eyes locked on mine, daring me to look away. His hands glide up my thighs—steady, possessive.

“Spread for me, Blue,” he says. “Show me how bad you want this.”

Anticipation coils tight in me. I can’t think past the feel of him there, so close. I wiggle restlessly.

“Stay,” he growls, hands hard on my hips.

My head tips back, a helpless sound leaves my throat, and his grip tightens, keeping me in place as he loops one of my legs over his shoulder and sucks at my clit.

All I can think is that he’s everywhere—his voice in my ears, his hands pinning me in place, his mouth claiming me until there’s no space left for thought.

He eases his fingers gently inside me, stroking in and out as he continues assaulting my pussy with his teeth and tongue.

My body goes lax and immediately tense again. “Fu–” my words cut off with a feral moan.

By the time he finally pulls back, my whole body’s trembling. He rises, towering over me and apparently ready for more, as if he hasn’t already torn me completely apart.

“You’re mine, Blue. Every inch of you. No one else gets to touch you, no one else gets to hear you sound like this. Only me.”

He notches his cock and my entrance and forces the breath from my lungs when he shoves into me.

“Look at me,” he demands, eyes burning into mine. “Say it. Say you’re mine while I take you apart.”

I can barely speak, but I force the words out. “Yours. I love you, Mads.”

He falters when I say it, but only for a second. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I just made his whole damn life. “Good girl. I love you, Blue. Now hold on.”

The rest is a blur of sweat and thrusting, him shoving my shirt up to knead my bare tits, and the way he owns me without question.

Later, when we’re finally dressed again, he pulls me close and I melt into him. The chaos of the last few months, the fear—it’s all behind us now, fading with every steady breath we share.

What’s left is this: his arms around me, the warmth of his body against mine, and the quiet certainty that whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. Weeks of noise fall away; I finally believe it’s over. Even more startling, I believe we can simply be in love.