The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185: 185 | I Won’t Break

I pulled back and thrust forward and she cried out loud enough that I briefly worried about the neighbors before remembering that she’d told me the walls were thick enough during our previous visit.

"Ah! Yes! Like that!"

I set a rhythm. Not too fast at first, letting her body adjust to the angle and the depth, but she wasn’t having any of that. Her heels dug into my lower back and her hips rolled to meet each thrust and the sounds coming out of her mouth were going straight to whatever part of my brain handled sexual decision-making.

"Faster," she demanded. "Come on. I won’t break."

"You sure?"

"Lukas Belmont if you don’t fuck me harder right now I swear to god I will—"

I snapped my hips forward and the rest of her threat dissolved into a broken moan.

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The sound of our bodies meeting filled the small bathroom, wet and obscene, mixing with the spray of the shower and Sloane’s increasingly incoherent vocalizations. The tile under my hand was slick with condensation and I had to keep shifting my grip to maintain leverage but I wasn’t about to stop now.

Not when she looked like this.

Her face was flushed red from her cheeks down to her chest. Her mouth hung open on a series of gasps and moans that she wasn’t even trying to muffle anymore. Her eyes had gone hazy with pleasure, those sharp blue irises unfocused in a way I only ever saw in moments like this.

She was beautiful. She was devastating. She was mine.

"Lukas—" Her voice cracked on my name. "Harder. Please. I need—"

I gave her what she needed.

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The pace became brutal, each thrust driving her back against the wall with enough force that I’d probably have to apologize to whoever lived in the room behind us. But she wasn’t complaining. She was moaning and gasping and raking her nails down my back and meeting every thrust with a roll of her hips that proved she was just as desperate as I was.

"Yes yes yes right there don’t stop don’t you dare stop—"

I kissed her to swallow the sounds she was making. Our mouths met sloppily, more breath than contact, both of us too far gone for finesse. Her tongue swept against mine and I could taste the desperation in it, the need building between us like pressure in a sealed container.

"Sloane." I pulled back just enough to speak against her lips. "Look at me."

Her eyes focused on mine with visible effort. The blue was almost completely eclipsed by her pupils, dark and wanting.

"You’re mine," I said.

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I’m yours." Her voice broke on a particularly deep thrust. "Ah! I’m yours, Lukas, I’m—"

I could feel her starting to shake. The trembling that meant she was close, her body coiling tighter with every thrust. Her walls gripped me like a vice and her legs squeezed around my waist and her fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.

"That’s it." I kept the rhythm steady, driving into her with single-minded focus. "Come for me, Sloane."

"I can’t—it’s too—oh god—"

"You can. I’ve got you."

The sounds in the bathroom reached a fever pitch. Water splashing. Skin against skin. Sloane’s voice climbing higher and higher as she chased her release.

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