I pushed the head of my cock inside her, giving her just enough to make her crazy for more, and she moaned, her nails clawing my shoulders.
“Now ask me, Tatum!”
“Am I free to leave?” Her voice broke, quivered—whether it was from fear or lust, I didn’t know. Her gaze was etched on mine, my cock holding strong between her legs.
“Am I free to leave if I wanted to…sir?”
I hated the question. But I hated the answer even more. I pressed my mouth against hers, forcing her to open for me so my tongue could taste her, savor her. With greedy lips and covetous tongues, we devoured each other. Lost in one another, yet found in the wicked desires we shared, we kissed like it would mean death if we didn’t. Just as I started to retreat, I bit down, nipping her lips. The metallic tang of blood coated my tongue, and it fueled the sordid hunger deep inside my core.
Her tongue flicked over the wound on her lip, and I caught a glimpse of crimson before she closed her mouth. Even her goddamn blood was mine.
I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, wanting to see my mark, and I could feel her body trembling with white hot desire.
“My answer, little mouse…is no.”
With a hard thrust, I pushed my cock inside her completely. She cried out in pleasure, the sound slamming against the roof. Buried to the hilt inside the heaven between her legs, I stilled, cupping her cheeks between my palms, making sure she looked at me, that she saw the resolve in my eyes.
“You should know that I’m never letting you go, Tatum.” I reared back and pushed back in, her eyes closing momentarily, then opening again. “I’m about to fight a war, and I’m going to fight it with you by my side as my queen.”
A soft gasp rolled over her parted lips, her ice blue eyes darkening before she leaned her head back, her face covered with the look of sheer ecstasy. Yes, she was my queen, and she fucking knew it.
Again, I pulled out before slamming back inside her, her tits bouncing from the force. “You belong with me, and you know it. Your body knows it.” I continued to pump in and out of her and felt how her body gripped me tight in pursuit of a release, a climax only I could give her.
“Your body can’t lie to me.” One more thrust and she screamed, her pleasure taking control.
“Who owns you, little mouse?”
Her greedy hips continued to move, forcing me deeper and harder into her. I palmed one of her breasts, gripping it tight in the palm of my hand. “Tell me who the fuck owns you.” And then I gripped her nipple between my fingers, twisting and tugging hard.
She cried out. “You. You own me.”
“Fuck me.” Her words sent a powerful wave of rapture down my spine, forcing me to thrust hard, drive deeper. My cock slammed against her core until finally my release exploded inside her. She was mine, and I would mark her as mine every goddamn chance I got.
Her arms wrapped around my neck when we both came down from our high. Her breath was warm, her heart pounding against my chest, and our bodies melted together. We were like two pieces of a brazen world, fit together as one perfect imperfection.
Her lips brushed against my ear, her soft breath coating my skin with allure.
“Ask me,” she whispered. “Ask me the question that’s been haunting you ever since we got here.”
My body went rigid, my heart now beating more wildly than hers.
She weaved her fingers through the hair at the back of my head, her mouth softly sucking my earlobe. “Ask me, Castello.”
I placed my hand around her neck, my thumb leisurely stroking up her throat.
They said knowledge was power…but not today.
“No.”
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To be continued…