Page 34 of Say You'll Stay
June presses me against the wall, his hardness searing into my yielding curves, his tongue plundering the depths of my mouth until I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen.
“Tell me what you need,” he commands, growling against the fevered skin of my throat. His fingers dance along my hem, teasing, pushing the boundaries of control.
“You,” I pant, arching shamelessly into him. “I need you to erase every trace of your absence, claim me so completely that I forget I was ever shattered.”
Something fierce and feral ignites in June’s eyes, a man possessed. “As my queen commands,” he rumbles, a vow and a warning.
June’s eyes flash, a man possessed. “As my queen commands,” he rumbles, a dark oath against my lips.
He moves to undo my skirt, and I feel the cool air on my bare thighs. He looks up at me, a fierce heat burning in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and rough.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.
There is only us…only this moment - the explosive collision of two damaged souls finally fusing back together. June worships my body with hands and mouth, relearning every curve and hollow, stoking the flames until I am molten beneath his touch.
When he finally takes me, the pleasure borders on pain, raw and visceral and utterly consuming. I cry out his name like a prayer, nails carving half-moons into his sweat-slicked skin as he drives into me again and again, a relentless claiming.
Beyond these walls, the aftermath of my revenge and the uncertain future loom. But here, cocooned in the scorching sanctuary of June’s embrace, the shattered pieces of my heart slowly begin to realign.
This is more than base desire, more than a bandage over still-bleeding wounds.
It is absolution and reckoning, a sacrament of broken souls finding solace in the only place they’ve ever truly belonged - with each other.
“Do you like that?” he growls into my ear, his warm breath sending tingles through every nerve ending in my body.
I moan softly, unable to resist the intense desire coursing through my veins. “Yes,” I whisper, feeling a rush of pleasure spread through every inch of my being.
June's hand moves from my hip to the small of my back, pushing me even closer against his hardened length. With a swift movement, he lifts me up and pins me against the wall of the alleyway, trapping me there with his body heat and muscular frame.
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmurs huskily into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver with anticipation.
I can feel the power dynamics shift between us as he takes control of our encounter. It’s intoxicating; I’ve never felt so desired or so submissive before. I bite my lip nervously, unsure of what is going to happen next but knowing that I am willing to go wherever he leads me.
His lips move towards mine, claiming them in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. His tongue dances with mine, teasing and taunting until I feel myself melting against him like warm honey on a hot summer day.
As we break apart for air, our eyes lock onto each other’s like two predators sizing up their prey. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second just from looking at him. He smiles wickedly at this realization before lowering himself back down onto his knees between my legs once again.
Without warning, he parts my folds with his fingers and thrusts two fingers deep inside of my pussy while simultaneously sucking on one of my nipples through the fabric of my dress.
The dual sensations are too much for me to handle; I cry out loudly as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over my body like an ocean tide coming ashore during a stormy night.
“Fuck,” he growls out between clenched teeth. “I’m going to make you come so hard your legs will shake.”
With that, June begins moving his fingers inside me faster, each thrust causing a new wave of pleasure to wash over me. My breaths become shallow and ragged, my moans filling the alley as his mouth works its magic on my nipple.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
I nod wildly, unable to speak coherently through my building orgasm.
He pulls away from my nipple and looks up at me, his eyes blazing with lust.
“You’re going to cum for me, Cara. You’re going to scream my name and let go of every last bit of control you’ve been holding on to.”
I can’t help but nod again, my eyes locked with June’s as I prepare for the most intense orgasm of my life.
He increases his pace, thrusting his fingers deeper and harder into my pussy until I can no longer hold back. I cry out his name, arching my back and writhing under his touch as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.