Page 75 of Hymns of the Broken

The world narrows to his hands and mouth and the glittering lights above. I can barely breathe. My voice is a whisper, desperate and shaking. “I want it, Jasper. I want them all to know.”

He kisses me hard, teeth catching my lower lip. “Good. Because when we get to that room, you’re not getting out of my bed until you can’t walk.” The words go straight to my core. My stomach flips, heat pooling between my legs.

I’m about to have sex with Jasper—fucking—Reign. My head spins.

The elevator dings again, announcing our arrival on the floor. Jasper laces our fingers together and pulls me into the hallway towards our suite. The hall is empty, but my pulse thrums like we’re being watched—like everyone is about to witness what happens next.

The door to our room barely clicks shut before Jasper shoves me hard against it, mouth crashing onto mine. His kiss is rough, teeth scraping my lips, hands everywhere—grabbing, squeezing, like he’s starving for me. The taste of him—mint, whiskey, heat—floods my senses. My hands tangle in his shirt, desperate to get closer.

“Strip. Now.” His voice, a command that immediately follow.

My fingers shake as I yank my shirt over my head, heat blazing through my body. He’s on me before the fabric hits the floor, fingers digging into my hips, dragging metoward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress and I fall back, breathless.

He pushes me onto the mattress, straddles me, grabs my wrists, and pins them above my head, eyes burning into mine. I can feel his breath, hot and ragged, his weight pinning me in place. My heart is a wild, fluttering thing inside my chest.

He hisses in my ear, “You drive me fucking insane. You know that? I dream about this—about you naked, trembling, begging me to fill you up.”

“You know how crazy you make me?” He drags his mouth down my neck, teeth grazing, sucking marks into my skin—claiming. “You have no idea how much I want to ruin you for anyone else.” Goosebumps rise across my skin. Every bruise, every bite, makes me want to give him more. I arch up, pressing into his mouth, desperate for more of him.

He lets go of my wrists just long enough to peel his own shirt off, sweat slicking down his chest, tattoos dark and gleaming in the dim hotel light. I can’t help myself—my tongue flicks out, tracing a salty line from the hard cut out of his abs all the way up, testing every bit of him, licking sweat from his chest up to his neck. My lips tingle from the salt, from the roughness of his jaw. He laughs, head thrown back. “Look at you, can’t help yourself, can you? Such a greedy little slut.” My pussy clenches every time he opens his goddamn mouth.

God, he tastes good.Like sin, just like I knew he would.

He groans, head falling back. “Fuck, Sawyer.” His hand fists my hair, guiding me, encouraging me to go slower, dirtier. “You like the way I taste, baby? Want me all over your tongue?” I nod, lips moving lower, loving the tremor in his muscles, the shiver in his voice. He tugs my hair a little harder. “Bet you’re ready to suck my cock right here, aren’t you? Filthy girl.”

I bite his collarbone, sucking a bruise there, and he hisses, grinding down against me. I moan, body arching up, desperate for more.

“God, you’re filthy,” he growls, voice hot and breathless, but there’s worship in it too. “Lick me clean. Bite, leave marks. I want everyone to see what you did to me.”

He scoopsme up, carrying me to the shower, lips hot against my ear. “You want dirty, baby? Keep going. I want you to taste every inch of me before I get you wet and begging.”

Steam billows, thick and hot, fogging up the glass as we tear at each other’s clothes. His hands are everywhere, rough, urgent—tugging my bra off, dragging my shorts down my thighs. He slaps my ass playfully before tugging down my underwear, leaving me bare.

He grins, voice full of promise. “You know what I’m going to do to you, Sawyer? I’m going to eat you until you cry, and then fuck you until you can’t stand.”

Jasper takes his time removing his clothes like it’s a show before passing me and stepping into the water. And God, he’s beautiful. Muscles flexing, tattoos dark against wet skin. Water beats down, running down the lines leading down to where he’s fisting his cock. He watches me as I watch him fisting his cock, and then he yanks me under the spray.

He fists my hair, drags me down, forces me to my knees right there on the slick tiles. His cock is hard, thick, and already dripping for me. I lick my lips, anticipation making me dizzy. I can feel the steam clinging to my skin; his heat is even hotter in contrast.

“Open your mouth, Little Demon. Show me how much you want it.” His voice is all sin—cruel and hungry. “Take your time, baby. Worship me.” The authority in his tone makes my pulse race, my cheeks flush. I open wide, tongue out, giving myself over.

His fist tangles in my hair, holding me steady as he slides his cock back over my tongue—slow then brutal, using my mouth like it’s nothing but his toy. “Open wider,” he snarls, and I do, drool spilling down my chin, eyes watering, loving every filthy second of it. The taste is salty, intoxicating, making my mouth water for more.

He thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat until I gag, but he doesn’t let up. “How pretty you are,” he says as he lightly slaps my cheek. "On your knees for me, taking every fucking inch. You like being ruined, don’t you? Say it.”

I can barely speak, mouth full, but I try. “I love it, Jasper. Love being yours. Fuck my throat.” My voice is a garbled mess, but he understands, his hips bucking harder. My eyes water, tears sliding down my face, but I don’t care. I want him to ruin me. Being fucked like this is something I’ve only read about in books and wished for in secret.

His grip tightens, hips snapping harder, using me until his cock is slick with spit.Until I’m lightheaded, and desperate for him. He pulls out, slapping his cock against my tongue, rubbing the head over my lips. “Messy girl. You’d stay on your knees for me all night if I let you, wouldn’t you?” I nod, needy, aching, thighs pressed together tight.

His look is pure darkness. “Get up,” he orders, yanking me up by my hair, spinning me to the wall. “Hands on the tile. Don’t move.”

I wait, keeping my eyes on the tile—

SLAP.

His palm cracks across my ass—hard. I gasp, shivering, heat pooling between my legs. He growls, “You like that, don’t you?” He slaps my ass again, just as hard. “Such a fucking slut for me. I bet you’re dripping.”

He drags his fingers against my pussy—rough, greedy, finding me soaked and throbbing. “God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” Two fingers slam inside, curling deep, thumb pressing cruelly against my clit. I sob, hips bucking, but he pins me with his other hand, holding me helpless, right where he wants me. My body is on fire, nerves fried, every sensation cranked to eleven.