Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection)
My body was a mess of cum and sweat, my skin flushed and marked with their touches.
Zayn knelt beside me, his fingers tracing the bite marks on my collarbone, his expression one of dark triumph. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Every fucking inch of you. Don’t ever forget it.”
I turned my head, my gaze meeting his through heavy-lidded eyes. I was ruined. Broken. And I loved it. A slow, filthy smile curved my lips as I nodded, my voice a raspy murmur. “Yours.” But even as I said it, my body ached for more, my mind already craving the next time they’d take me, the next time I’d be stretched and used and left breathless.
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