The thought of his affections, of his attention, throws me into pleasure's grasp. I begin to tense, my orgasm cresting because of the perfect pace and—
He rams into me and holds, halting the sensation—my climax—from building further, from peaking.
No!
Bastard.
He did that on purpose!
I whimper at the loss.
He begins again, his rhythm brutal and abrupt.
"Admit it, sweet girl," he growls, shoving me up the mattress with each pound of his hips. "Admit. That you. Want me. Like this.Territorial.Obsessive."
"Fine! I do!" I relent.
He stills. A long guttural moan escapes my lips, warmth from my breath hitting the pillow, heating me further. Defeated. I'm fucking defeated. I want him like this.
I want you jealous, Sir!Dammit.
I want him jealous like I am! He's married. He's married, so he's not mine. His words from the past hisses at me. "I'll never be yours."
Fuck.
He knows everything. He always knows, and I'm the stupid girl who can't keep up with this impressive man.
Bastard.
"Good girl."He softens. He threads his fingers tenderly through mine, leaning on his elbows to give me a big breath of air. Humming his approval, he rolls his hips upwards, hitting the twitching bundle of nerves inside me.
He understands my body.
With his approval, I start to come even as I shake from the truth that he wrenched from me. The acknowledgement to who owns my pleasure, expels me as a deep throaty groan muffled in the plush fabric below my face—Sir.
He works his cock in and out, dragging the full, throbbing length along every muscle, and I clench around him, holding him to me in a way Aurora never has. And never will. And for a moment, that is enough… I breathe out that lie. A lie. It's another fucking lie.
I want all of him.
"This ismysweet, young body," he says smoothly. "I've felt your heartbeat. Tasted your pussy. Touched your blood and licked your tears." His breaths become heavier, and I'm now burnt out, spent, from his words, from the pumping of his cock inside me. From the honesty he fucked from me.Yes,I was enjoying the attention—even from Aurora. I want to be close to her to be closer to him. I want to be a part of every aspect of his life.
I. Am. Obsessed.
I am the one obsessed, territorial, and crazy because he is my fuckingeverything."I just want you," I cry out, utterly overwhelmed.
His warm breath blankets me. "You have me, little deer. And you're going to be swollen with my children soon."
What?
Soon?
A deep groan rumbles through his chest as his words seemingly spur him on. His hips become rhythmic, chasing. "Another way you'll have me. Play your games. But remember what happens when you do. I'll fuck you until you feel me rattle your goddamn bones."
My moans break from me. "Oh. Oh."
The packed muscles lining his powerful physique tighten against my own soft body, his thighs bracing my legs harder, and with a possessive growl, he comes inside me, shaking us both.
Groaning, he holds himself buried deep, the pulsing of his release making me swim in the pleasure he's experiencing as if it were my own. "Fuck."