His Forbidden Scarlett
My head fell onto his shoulder as I let the tears stream down.
I let this happen. I let him ruin me again.
His hand gripped my hip hard, the other braced beside my head as he kept me pinned.
“Four years,” he rasped between kisses, “and you still fit me. You were made for me, Scar.” His teeth grazed my lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight, like it never wants to let go.”
The surge to fight him returned and I pushed him, palms flat against his chest, but the movement only made me slide down onto his cock. Pleasure jolted through me, and my resistance faltered. A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his throat.