Page 69 of For the Plot

Her legs start to shake. “I can’t— I’m gonna?—”

I pull back just enough to growl, “That’s right. Give it to me.”

Her entire body locks, then shatters, hips grinding, thighs clenching, voice breaking as she screams my name and comes hard against my mouth.

I don’t let her recover. I kiss my way up her body, sucking one nipple into my mouth, then the other, hands rough as they mold her curves like I’m trying to memorize every inch of her skin. She’s still panting when I pin her wrists to the mattress and line myself up with her soaked entrance.

Her eyes go wide. Mouth parted.

“Ready?” I ask, my voice wrecked.

She nods. “Yes. God, yes.”

I thrust into her in one slow, brutal push—watching her face, the way her lips tremble, the sharp cry she can’t stop as I stretch her open inch by inch.

“Fuck, Skye,” I growl. “You feel… so fucking good.”

She lifts her hips, taking more of me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop?—”

I start to move. Long, hard strokes. Her fingers twist in the sheets. Her back arches. The sounds, our skin, her moans, my groans, they’re a fucking symphony of everything I’ve been denying myself.

I drop my forehead to hers.

“Look at me,” I command, fucking her deeper now. “I want you watching me when you come again.”

Her eyes lock on mine, desperate, unguarded. “Tell me who you belong to,” I growl, hand slipping between us to rub tight circles over her clit.

Her breath stutters.

“You,” she gasps. “I belong to you.”

“Damn right you do.” I fuck her harder. The bed shakes. Her moans get higher, louder, like she’s right on the edge again. I bite her shoulder, confessing filthy desires against her skin.

“You gonna let me come inside you, sweetheart? Let me fill you up?”

She whimpers. “Yes. Please. God?—”

She falls apart again, clenching around me, body trembling, tears in her eyes from how hard she comes. It breaks me. I thrust once more, then spill inside her with a low, guttural groan.

“Oh fuck, baby.”

I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, and bury my face in her neck. We’re both trembling. Our sweat-slick skin sticks together. Our breaths sync. And for a moment, everything is still. Then her fingers slide into my hair, soft and slow, stroking through the tension.

“You weren’t kidding,” she whispers.

I lift my head, meeting her eyes.

“About what?”

She smiles. “You wrecked me.”

I press a kiss to her jaw. “Already? I was just getting started.” I drag my lips to hers, and within seconds she’s kissing me harder, her tongue thrusting against mine.

“Ohhh yes,” she hisses, her pussy tightening around my half-hard cock that’s still inside her. “Fuck me again, Mr. Blackwood.” Her eyes roll slightly back into her head as her hips start to thrust against mine. “Please.”

“Oh, you don’t play fucking fair, do you, baby girl?” I growl, grasping a handful of her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. “I’m going to take you hard and rough because you fucking deserve it after your behavior these last few weeks.”

Her breath is still ragged, her skin flushed and shimmering with sweat, when I drag her hips to the edge of the bed and flip her over. She gasps as I press her chest down into the mattress and grip her ass in both hands.