Page 63 of Until I Own You

The look in his eye is dark and primal, pupils overwhelming his irises.

His nostrils flare with heavy breaths.

“Tell me…” he says with dark softness. “Tell me how bad you want to come on my cock.”

“I…” I struggle to find my voice, buried deep under heavy moans and sighs. “I want to come on your cock so badly, Sir. Please let me. Please.”

Seth says nothing, mouth a thin line. He ghosts his hands down my arms, takes my wrists, and pulls them back so my arms are looped around his neck.

He tucks his chin on my shoulder and runs his fingers down the front of my body.

I watch his fingers trace the bite mark he left on me, then my pebbled nipples, all the way down my navel, and to the glistening spot where our bodies meet.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers.

My eyes flutter shut.

I don’t think that was Seth the Dom coming through. I think that was Seth who has watched me for the past ten years, desperate to have me when he knew he couldn’t.

Tonight, I am his dream come true.

And he is mine.

When his hands reach my thighs, he grabs them tight, wrenches them back so I am straddled over his knees.

“Let me hear you,” he growls.

Then, he lets me have it. Driving harder and faster up into me if that were possible.

My head drops back onto his shoulder, and I moan, scream out for him. “Sir, please, Sir…”

The pause in stoking the fire has only made it burn brighter.

I feel it climbing up my body, engulfing each one of my nerves, snaring and snapping until, until–

“You need to come,” he grunts in my ear. “Don’t you?”

I try to speak, but I can’t get out more than, “I–I–”

“Don’t you?!”

My voice pitches to new heights as the orgasm rattles the bars of its cage. “I need to come, Sir. Please, I need to–”

Seth’s hand snakes down to the spot we meet, fingers locating the button of my clit. And just a press of his fingers shoots me into the heart of the fire.

I combust, every part of me hot and thrumming with pleasure.

My pussy contracts around him, pulses, making the space smaller, tighter for him.

Seth’s arms wrap around my chest. He thrusts just a few more times before a strangled sound jabs out of him and lands against my neck.

I feel him inside as he throbs and releases, painting my insides.

I cannot ignore the feeling of accomplishment inside me.

I made him come. He wanted me so badly…

Seth’s tight embrace relaxes around me. His head drops forward and he drags his lips across my shoulder, back and forth, before dropping a single kiss to my skin.

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