Page 57 of Until I Own You

I brace myself. This is it. I screwed up everything.

Instead, she smiles. “So, lose yourself. Sir.”

I want to. So bad. “I can’t.”

“Seth.”

My name is a shock to my system. As much as I love hearing her call me “Sir,” the sound of my name brings me back to myself.

“I want you, too,” she says. “Please. I’m begging.”

I screw my eyes shut. “Fuck, Bridget.”

“What, what’s wrong?”

Through my haze of arousal, I take her in.

Hair splayed on the pillow, breasts aching to be touched, her beautiful, wanting expression.

I swallow, a lump of desire dropping into my belly. “I can’t resist begging.”

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BRIDGET

This is happening.

I’m tossing out my v-card tonight.

Seth sits back on his knees, the heat between his legs pressed to the heat between mine. His coiffed hair is now a bit off-kilter and, once I get my hands on it, will be a complete mess.

If I can get my hands on it.

I never thought it would be him, as much as I wanted it to be. As much as I’ve desired him over all these years, I never thought that he would be the Dom I would trust enough to take me there.

Now, with my hands cuffed to the headboard and my body nearly naked before him, I am about to give him the one thing I’ve kept a secret.

As long as Seth doesn’t change his mind.

He knew it would lead here, didn’t he? Maybe not so soon?

“You want me to beg?” I ask.

He shakes his head once. “I didn’t say that.”

“I’ll beg for you,” I say. “Fuck, I let you bite me, begging is the least I can do.”

His eyes flick up to the mark now forming on my breast.

“I like it,” I say. “I promise, I liked it. But I want–” I grind myself against him, feeling a rolling wave of pleasure of my body.

My clit is perked, and my insides are dying for more.

“Bridget.” Seth lunges forward and presses his hands to my shoulders, sealing me to the mattress.

I gasp as he hovers over me, rendered silent by the intensity of his gaze.

Seth scans my face.

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