Page 6 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Your pussy is mine, do you hear? Your blood is on my cock, mine. You’ve marked me too, baby girl.” He grips my chin between his fingers, forcing my eyes on him. The enormity of what we’ve done feels monumental. We’ve claimed one another, not just with our bodies, but with our hearts too. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I utter.

“Good girl. I’m going to come inside you, okay?”

“Ye-yes.”

He settles above me once again, then narrows his eyes. “Are you still on the pill?”

Something about that makes my gut twist, but being too overwhelmed at finally getting what I’ve always wanted has me banishing the thought just as quickly as it came.

“Laya, hanging on by a thread here, baby. Are you on the pill?” His eyes implore mine.

“Ye-yes.”

“Thank fuck.” He slams his lips against mine as his cock sears into me. Each slam harder than the last as his thrusts increase speed with each moan I cry. Each one an aphrodisiac to the last. “I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” His words burn into mysoul, bringing with it the solitude I’ve always wished for, yet only ever dreamed about achieving.

My hand finds his jaw, and I hold his mouth against mine, desperate not to let him slip away, to taste this moment, treasure it, and never let it leave me. My free hand clings to his powerful shoulders, my nails piercing his skin, yet I’ve no choice but to hold on and hope to never let go.

The slapping of our skin fills the room as his body brands me as his. “Fuck, so goddamn good.” I preen at his words. “So goddamn mine.”

I belong to him: my heart, soul, and now my body too.

Flurries of sparks swirl deep inside me, threatening to ignite into a torrent of flames with each twirl of his hips, each powerful slam of his cock, and each growl of his ownership. I moan into his mouth as our tongues tangle, our passion colliding into something prolific.

“Fuck. I’m going to come,” he grunts as my walls clamp around him like a vise. “I’m going to come, Laya.” As his cock hits me deeper, he groans. “Tell me you’re mine.” The slam of his body is more forceful than the last. “Tell me,” he growls, sending a shiver down my spine as my wetness spills between us.

“I’m yours.”I’ve always been yours, I want to add.

“Fuck, you’re coating my cock, Laya. Fucking beautiful, baby.” Then he moves and stares down at his cock pistoning in and out of me, his gaze flicking back to my throat, and I know what he wants. I’ve witnessed it so many times before.

“Do it,” I encourage, my eyes searing him with the same desire coursing through our connected bodies.

His eyes flare and the cords of his muscles appear taught, as if he’s struggling, but then he wraps both hands around my throat and presses. I give myself over to him, trusting him wholeheartedly because my wounded warrior would never hurt me or break me.

His thrusts become erratic, and when a moan vibrates around his hands, his fingertips flex and his mouth drops open. A choked grunt escapes him as he stares at me through heavy eyes, then his cock pulsates deep inside me, taking me over the edge with him.

Our gazes are locked as I float into the abyss with him, the pleasure so overwhelmingly good I never want to be grounded again. He slows his pace, as if draining the last of his energy along with his cum.

Heavy breaths fill the room as he eases his hands from around my neck, and just like that, his face falls, as if realization hit him.

When his eyes flash with vulnerability and hurt, I know I’ve lost him and that this night will become a scarred memory.

His fingers tremble as they graze over what I can only guess are the marks left behind by his fingers, and he rears back as if electrocuted.

“Fuck.” He tugs on the back of his neck. “Fuck!” he bellows, staring up at the ceiling. While his cock remains deep inside me, his panicked expression sends a ripple of uncertainty through me.

When he drops his head forward again, his bottom lip wobbles, and my heart shatters.

He regrets it.

“Owen?”

He shakes his head and bites into his lip, then after a moment, he clears his throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He thinks he hurt me. That’s why he’s reacting this way?

“You didn’t.” I’m quick to reassure him, so eager to keep him.

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