Chapter 100: You love this [18+]

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​I braced my hands against his shoulders, my knuckles turning white as I waited for the sudden, tearing stretch. But it didn’t come. Reid pushed forward with an agonizing, meticulous slowness, letting the broad head of his cock part my wet walls millimeter by millimeter.

​"McCoy..." I choked out, my head tossing back into the pillow. The sheer, unhurried mass of him stretching me open was a different kind of torture. "Just... please. Hurry up." I begged.

​"Shh. Take it slowly, Cap," he whispered, his voice gravelly and thick with his own strained restraint.

​He dipped his head and kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth in the exact same slow, sweeping rhythm as his hips.

He didn’t slam into me. He just eased deeper and deeper, his uninjured leg doing all the work as he tilted my pelvis, ensuring every single inch of his throbbing cock buried itself inside my dripping hole.

​When he finally bottomed out, a long, trembling gasp escaped my lips. I was completely full, stretched to my absolute limit, and utterly pinned under his radiating heat.

​But he didn’t immediately start drilling me. He stayed perfectly still for a moment, letting my tight walls adjust to his size, his hand coming up to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from my sweaty forehead.

The gentleness was unnerving. It was driving me completely insane. If he was rough, I could treat this like a battle—something to endure, a physical tax to pay to keep my secret safe. But this tenderness was completely dismantling my armor.

​"You’re so tight," Reid rasped, his eyes burning into mine as he began to pull back.

​He withdrew until he was almost entirely out, making my walls weep at the sudden emptiness, before smoothly sliding back in. And once again, he slid out but it was all slow. ​It was agonizingly slow and steady.

Every time he pushed deep, his thick shaft rubbed perfectly against my internal sweet spot, sending waves of dizzying, liquid heat straight to my core.

He kept his movements soft, his hands caressing my arms, my chest, my waist, whispering sweet, low praises against my skin every time my hips involuntarily rolled to meet him.

​"Look at you," Reid murmured, his breath hot against my jaw as his pace picked up just a fraction, still maintaining that suffocating, gentle depth. "So wet for me. Wrapping around me like you belong to me."

​"Stop," I whimpered, though my fingers were digging into the muscles of his back, pulling him closer. "Don’t... talk."

​"Why? Because you know it’s true?" He pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive column of my neck, right over my pulse point, while his hips gave another deep, devastatingly smooth thrust. "Look at how your body takes me, Evans. You love this. You love being filled by your Alpha."

​The word shattered the last of my resolve. My mind completely surrendered to the intoxicating fog of his frozen pine scent and the relentless, gentle friction between my thighs.

My walls clamped down hard around him, desperate for more, my internal logic completely drowning in the warmth of his embrace.

​I was secretly, thoroughly anticipating the moment he would finally lose his mind and break that agonizing restraint—but for now, the slow, worshipful way he was taking his time inside me was completely ruining me.

The slow, rolling torture of his hips continued, a steady, rhythmic friction that was turning my brain to absolute mush.

Every time he slid out, my walls instinctively tightened, practically begging him to return, and every time he buried himself back inside, a quiet, broken sob caught in the back of my throat.

​"Reid... please, harder. Just—" I cut myself off, biting my lower lip so hard I tasted copper. I couldn’t believe the words escaping my mouth. I was begging. The Captain of the team was begging the rookie asshole who blackmailed him to use him harder. Not my first but I could never get used to it.

​But Reid just let out a low, ragged chuckle, his chest expanding against mine. "No," he whispered, dipping his head to lick away a tear that had escaped the corner of my eye.

His tongue was warm, his lips brushing my wet cheek with terrifying reverence. "We’re taking our time today, Cap. I want you to feel every single inch of this."

​He shifted his grip, sliding his large hands under my thighs and lifting my legs higher, draping them over his broad shoulders. The new angle forced my hips to tilt up sharply, exposing my dripping hole completely to his mercy.

​When he pushed back in, he hit my prostrate with a direct, unyielding pressure that made my entire body go rigid.

​"Ah! Reid!" I screamed into the quiet room, my toes curling as my vision blurred into a haze of white-hot static, my dick dripping with even more precum.

​"Yeah, right there," Reid growled, his controlled facade cracking just a fraction as his breathing turned incredibly heavy.

The veins along his neck were bulging, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles leaping under his skin.

He was fighting his own monstrous urge to violently claim me, holding back his massive strength just to keep the pleasure gentle for me.

​He began to rock against me, his movements staying smooth but growing deeper, heavier. The squelching sounds coming from our slick bodies as we tore at each other in the quiet bedroom was loud, a filthy reminder of exactly how thoroughly he was dominating my body.

​His hand traveled up my torso, his fingers splaying over my heart. He could feel it hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.

"You’re so responsive," he murmured, his voice dropping into that sweet, intoxicating register that made my Omega biology want to whimper and submit. "Look at you, melting for me. You’re completely mine like this, Evans. Tell me you’re mine."

"No," I breathed but he pressed his coco deeper.

"Say it, Evans!" He growled and my mind began to dissolve through the pleasure.

​"I’m... I’m..." I couldn’t finish the sentence. My mind was fighting a losing battle against the pure, primal dependency flooding my veins.

​If he had been rough, I could hate him. I could tell myself this was just a physical release, a consequence of being trapped in his penthouse, in his trap. But this gentle, worshipful pace was drilling straight past my defenses and settling deep into my heart.

It was making me want things I had no right to want. It was making me forget that tomorrow was Monday. It was making me forget that I was supposed to run from him.

​"Say it," Reid coaxed, his hips giving a sudden, agonizingly deep roll that rubbed his thick crown perfectly against my internal walls.

​"I’m yours," I choked out, a fresh wave of tears blurring my sight as I gripped his shoulders, pulling his face down to mine. "Fuck, Reid, I’m yours."

​A dark, intensely satisfied look flared in his eyes. He didn’t say another word. Instead, he crushed his mouth against mine, stealing my breath in a deep, desperate kiss as his hips finally picked up the pace, maintaining that agonizingly deep, gentle friction that was bringing us both right to the absolute edge.