Page 43 of Break Me

The sound of my name falling from her lips, Christ, it nearly undoes me.

My mouth finds her throat, kissing her there, lingering just long enough to feel her pulse flutter beneath my lips. One hand slides beneath her knee, lifting her leg higher around my waist and changing the angle between us.

“There,” she breathes. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” I manage. “Until you fucking fall apart for me.”

Her breath stutters, her whole body going taut beneath mine. She clings to me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat. Her hips rising to meet every deep, relentless grind of mine.

“Come for me, Raven. Let go.”

She shatters beneath me. Her cry is soft but desperate as her thighs clamp around my hips, her back arching into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I hold her through every tremor, every breath, every sound she gives me, moving just enough to push her higher but not enough to overwhelm her.

“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are when you lose yourself,” I breathe, my thumb dragging along her jaw as her whole body trembles.

I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You're everything to me, sweetheart.”

“I’ve only ever been yours,” she whispers, voice shaking.

A growl rumbles low as I grip her hips harder, holding her exactly where I want her.

“That’s it.” I brush my lips over hers, soft, claiming. “I want everything. Every sound. Every shiver. Everything you give only to me.”

Her hands slide up my back. “You have all of me, Wolf.”

She collapses against me, boneless and trembling, and I press a slow kiss to her lips, trying to steady myself. But her body’s still dragging me toward the edge with her. I’m so close it hurts.

Raven pulls me down into another kiss. It’s soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, like she isn’t done with me yet. Aftershocks pulse through her body. Every one of them tightens around me.

“Raven.” My voice cracks, low and rough. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Don’t hold back,” she murmurs. “I want every piece of you, too.”

That’s all it takes. I thrust into her again, and my ribs explode in pain. I choke on a groan, pushing through it and trying not to let the pain steal the moment.

Her hands slide down my chest, over every bruise and cut, then slip around my ribs carefully, grounding me without pulling me away.

“I’ve got you,” she breathes. “Just let go.”

And I do. I drive into her with everything I have left. The world narrows to the connection we share. I bury my face in her neck as pure pleasure rips through me. The sound that leaves me is guttural, helpless, nothing like the controlled man I’m supposed to be.

Her arms lock around me, holding me and keeping me steady when my strength gives out. I sag against her.

We stay like that for a long moment, my weight braced on one arm. Her fingers in my hair. Our breaths tangled and uneven.

When I finally manage a breath that doesn’t hurt, I lift my head just enough to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are soft. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whisper, brushing my thumb across her cheek. “And I don’t ever want to find out.”

She smiles. It’s tired, and beautiful. Then, she leans up to kiss me again. Not hungry or urgent.

Just real.

“I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life loving you,” I confess, the words slipping out.

“Sam,” she whispers, her fingers sliding into my hair. “You already have my whole heart.”