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12. No Mercy, Just You
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2025-08-02 13:48:52There was no rest.
No truce. No space between one and the next. John lifted me from the floor like I weighed nothing. Carried me to the bedroom without letting go, his mouth on my neck, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, like we both knew if we separated, something would break. He threw me onto the bed with dangerous ease. Stripped off the rest of his clothes without hurry, his eyes never leaving me. That look—devouring, possessive, burning—knocked the breath out of me. And when he crawled over me, slow, muscles taut, that dangerous smile on his lips, I wasn’t thinking of anything else. Only him. “You said you didn’t want me to stop,” he murmured against my mouth, barely brushing it with his own. “So I won’t.” And he didn’t. His tongue met mine again, this time wilder, deeper, like he wanted to rip thoughts from my skull with every kiss. My hips rose on their own, begging for friction. And he gave it. Rubbed against me hard, steady, until my nails dug into his back. He groaned, low and smug, as his mouth moved down. He kissed my breasts, bit gently, then licked with maddening slowness. I arched into him, gasping, pulling him closer. I didn’t care if I begged—I needed him more than I’d ever dared admit. He knew. His fingers trailed down my stomach, and when they reached where I wanted him most, I was already shaking. He opened me without asking, like I was his, and touched me with brutal precision. Slow. Wet. Direct. “You’re so wet, Cat…” he whispered, fingers moving—steady, relentless. “This is all for me, isn’t it?” “Yes…” I gasped, eyes closed, biting my lip. “It’s all because of you.” “Say it.” “All of this,” I whispered, lost, “is your fault.” And he smiled. He licked me. Slowly. Then harder. He used his tongue like he knew exactly how—and he did. He didn’t stop until I cried out his name, until I twisted beneath him, until moans spilled from me, uncontrollable. But he didn’t let me recover. He flipped me with obscene ease. Got me on my knees, yanked my hair back just enough to make me burn. His mouth was at my ear, his breath hot, his desire as wild as mine. “You wanted more?” “Give me everything.” And he did. He slammed into me hard, deep, full. A guttural groan ripped from his throat, echoing mine. He filled me completely. Made me feel his strength, his size, his body pounding into mine with every thrust. My moans tangled with the wet sounds of our bodies, with the friction, with the air I couldn’t catch. He gripped my waist, moved me against him like I was his. And I was. For that night, in that moment, there was no doubt. John moved faster, harder, deeper, until I broke again, screaming his name. I collapsed onto the bed, and he dropped on top of me, gasping, kissing my shoulders, my spine, the back of my neck. But he didn’t stop. He turned me over. Again. Spread my legs and slid back inside, slower this time, eyes locked to mine, lips red, hair messy, muscles tight, wearing that look that said I won’t let you go. “Look at me when you come again,” he growled, voice hoarse. “I want to see you fall apart for me.” And I did. I cried out, body shaking, trembling with pleasure as he followed, whispering my name between his teeth, collapsing on top of me, heart racing. We stayed like that. Pressed together. Naked. Drenched in sweat and something deeper. My body still vibrated. His did too. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Because this wasn’t just sex anymore. It was an addiction. And we both knew it.
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