down to her breast, taking one nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth.
She gasped as he settled between her thighs, pressing his cock up against that soft place where she was wet and needy for him. He rocked against her, mimicking the movement his hand had just made, teasing her already sensitized flesh.
She grabbed hold of his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin. He gritted his teeth. “Harder,” he growled.
“What?” she asked, sounding dazed.
“You can hold on to me harder than that, baby,” he said, his voice a stranger’s now.
She complied, digging her nails even deeper into his skin, and he took it as his punishment, as his reward. He should be left marked by her. It was only fair. The tattoo wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Nothing ever would be.
This was a start. A finish. It was all he had.
“Gage,” she said, “I want you. Please.”
He grabbed hold of the plastic packet he’d gotten earlier and opened it, deftly rolling the protection over his hardened arousal. Then, he moved back between her thighs, rocking his hips lightly, the head of his cock teasing her slick entrance.
Teasing them both. He moved lightly, in fractions, promising fulfillment, denying them both.
He didn’t stop until she was panting, until he thought he was going to shatter his jaw, he was clenching his teeth so tight with the effort to remain in control. Then he moved forward, pushing in all the way, consumed, enveloped by her heat.
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against her shoulder as he lost himself for a moment and the intense pleasure of being inside her body. Then he raised his head, and he could see her eyes, glittering in the darkness.
He didn’t know if she was crying, he thought maybe she was. He called himself ten kinds of asshole as he rocked his hips back, then thrust inside her again. He wasn’t going to stop. He couldn’t stop.
He needed her, needed this. Like a baptism of fire, his only hope of ever being clean.
No, he never would be. There was no question. There was no coming back from the man he’d been, it was all inside him. In his blood. He was his father’s son. Through and through. He had proven it over and over.
He was proving it now. Chasing his own pleasure, pretending it was for anyone but himself.
He shut that thought down, bracing his palms on the mattress on either side of her head as he moved deep, then rolled his pelvis forward, pressing hard against her clit before withdrawing and repeating the motion again. She gasped each time, at each measured thrust that brought them both closer to the brink.
“I need... I need...”
He knew exactly what she needed, but he intended to torture them both a little bit more first. He lifted one hand, placing it over her breasts, teasing her nipple with his thumb as he rolled his hips back and forth. He felt her internal muscles tightening around his dick, the first waves of her orgasm beginning to shudder through her.
“Rebecca,” he growled, thrusting forward hard, the rhythm broken, the action rough.
“Gage.”
And that broke them entirely. The sound of his name on her lips, like a prayer instead of a curse.
Whatever he had been trying to do, whatever game he had been playing with the slow and steady tide that was trying to sweep them up had become a tsunami. There was no control. There was no thought. There was only a frantic, jagged need that sent him hurtling forward, thrusting into her desperately, taking every last ounce of pleasure that he could.
He forgot her. He forgot himself. He forgot everything but what it was like to be inside of her. To feel her small hands sliding over his skin, her nails raking over him, her legs locked around his hips as she arched her hips now to meet his every thrust.
His orgasm crashed through him, beyond his control, beyond his ability to withstand. And he was left shuddering, spending himself inside of her as he lost himself completely in this. In her. She froze beneath him, arching into him, her small breasts pressed into his chest as she rubbed her clit against him, finding her own pleasure, her internal muscles tightening around him like a vise as she surrendered to her release.
When it was done, he rested his head against her chest, slid down her body, grabbing hold of her hips and pressing his cheek between her breasts.