“I get turned on sometimes, but I don’t think I’d enjoy the pain,” I admit. That part has never appealed to me. “The being treasured part is what I think appeals to me the most. Followed by the connection and the deep trust that people have to have to be in that sort of relationship.”
“I would never hurt you. You know that right?” He lays me down on the giant bed in his bedroom. He had all my things moved into his room yesterday. Even the kittens’ gated area is set up here now. In fact, we were able to make the space bigger for them since his room is ginormous.
“I know that, Griff. I think you’re the first person to ever truly care for me in every way,” I admit. I love it, but it’s also terrifying. I don’t think I could bear not having him. He’s given me a taste of a different type of life. I can never go back now.
“I’ll be the only person to take care of you in every way,” he growls. His possessiveness only makes me want him more.
“Prove it. Make me yours, Griff.” The words barely leave my mouth before he’s on me. He takes my mouth, his hunger for me evident in the way he’s kissing me.
I pull at his clothes, needing to feel his skin pressed against mine. In seconds, we’re both naked, Griff’s mouth descending down my body.
“I can never get over how soft you are.” His hands cup my breasts. “You’re so damn perfect.”
“Griff,” I breathe. I’m torn between wanting to cry from his sweetness to wanting to scream at him to make love to me already. I’m coming undone. This is what this man has done to me from the very start.
“I know, love.” His tongue circles my nipple. “You’re needy, but I won’t rush this. You don’t want pain, and I’m going to make sure you have as little as possible.” My heart leaps at him calling me love. “Need to get you ready.”
“I’m ready,” I rush to say. I’ve never been more so for anything in my life. He smirks as he slips further down my body, spreading my legs wide to make room for his broad shoulders.
“More ready.” His tongue circles my clit as he works two fingers inside me. I’m already soaked from the orgasm in his office. My hips move with his fingers as his tongue pulls me to the edge before he halts.
“Griff.” I whimper, gripping his hair in my hand to try and guide him back, but I’m no match for him. He only adds another finger before his tongue goes back to where I need it. He pushes me to the edge of pleasure before pulling back again and again. “I can’t!” I cry out. My whole body feels as though it’s on fire. Why is he doing this?
“You can and you will.” He shifts suddenly, coming down over top of me. The head of his cock slips easily inside me. My sex locks around it, demanding it to enter. My body is screaming for this. “You need to come?”
“Please,” I beg. His hand slips between us, his fingers going to my clit.
“You know I’ll be coming inside of you.”
“No more marking me?” It’s a half tease.
“Oh, I’ll be marking you.” His fingers press down firmer on my clit as he gives shallow thrusts. “I’ll be claiming you inside and out.”
I go off. My orgasm explodes through my whole body. Griff groans my name and starts to come with me. I feel his release start to spill as he thrusts all the way inside of me. I gasp at the sudden sensation. He claims my mouth in a kiss. He remains completely still, buried to the hilt deep inside of me.
“Move,” I demand between kisses. I need more of him.
“Tell me how you feel first.” He lifts his head, his eyes searching my face. His whole body is stiff, and I can feel the tension that’s built up in him. He’s fighting himself not to take me further before I’m ready.
“I feel like I’m falling in love,” I admit.
“You will love me,” he demands before he finally lets go, giving me what I asked for. The last of that control he’d been holding on to shatters. He proceeds to claim me over and over again.
17
GRIFFIN
“No more.” She rolls over.
I pull her to me, my cock nestled against her ass. “You must be joking.”
“I can barely breathe.” She giggles. “And I’m pretty sure we haven’t slept much the past two days.”
“Mrs. Putnam has provided food, and I let you sleep … Some.” I bite her shoulder.
She squeals and turns toward me, her lips still bruised from days and days of kissing. I lean down and nibble at the bottom one.
“You’re a bad influence.” She wraps her arms around my neck and snuggles closer with a yawn. “I’m certain this behavior isn’t befitting a guardian.”