Page 40 of Bones and Ashes

She moans. Loud. Don't care about the house, don't care about who's downstairs, don't care about nothin' but me drivin' into her, and she's grippin' that headboard like it's the only thing keepin' her from flyin' apart.

"Look at me."

She opens her eyes.

"Stay with me."

"I'm here—I'm here, baby⁠—"

"You feel that?"

"Yes—"

"You feel how deep I am?"

"Yes— oh god, yes⁠—"

Thud. Thud. Her hair's stickin' to her forehead and her tits are bouncin' and the mattress is shovin' up the bed with every slam. Somethin' fancy on her nightstand falls over. I don't look. Don't care.

"Tell me who you belong to."

"You. You, Legion⁠—"

"Say my name. Not the name. My name."

"Legion — Legion Kane — I'm yours, I'm yours — "

The headboard cracks against the wall again and she cries out, half pleasure half somethin' else, and I feel her clench around me, feel her startin' to go, and I ain't ready yet, I ain't done, I need more of her first.

"Not yet. Hold it."

"Baby—"

"Hold. It."

She whimpers. Screws her eyes shut. Her hands go white on the headboard and her thighs are shakin' around my hips but she holds. Holds for me. Stubborn in the other direction now, because I told her to.

I fuck her harder. Couldn't slow down now if I tried. My hips are drivin' on somethin' underneath me, somethin' that ain't thinkin', and I can feel it climbin' up my spine and I know I'm gone, I'm gone, and I want her with me.

"Now. Come with me. Now, baby⁠—"

She breaks. Screams into the room, full-throated, no care for the house, and I feel her pussy lock down on me and it tears my orgasm right outta me. I slam in deep and stay there and I come inside her, hard, and I drop my mouth onto hers while I do it.

Kiss her through it. Messy. Teeth. Tongue. Breathin' into her mouth and takin' her breath back. Her hands come off the headboard and grab my face and hold me there while I empty into her, shakin', both of us shakin', her legs wrapped high around my back now and her hips still workin' up into me slow, slow, ridin' out the last of it.

I don't pull out. Can't. Won't.

I keep kissin' her. Softer now. Short kisses. One. Another. Drag my mouth across her cheek, her temple, her forehead. Down to her mouth again.

"I want you to be mine forever."

She makes a sound against my mouth. Half a sob.

"You hear me? Forever, Savannah. Not for tonight. Not for this week. Not 'til some judge or some senator or some goddamn trust fund says different. Forever."

"Yes—"

"You 'n me 'n Mercy 'n whatever's left after all this settles."