Page 126 of Say You're Mine

He growls, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. "You're mine," he says, his voice rough with possessiveness. "Forever."

"Yes, June," I moan, my body trembling with anticipation. "I'm yours. Forever."

He enters me in one smooth thrust, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as he fills me completely. The connection between us is electric, every thrust sending shockwaves of sensation through my body. Our movements are perfectly synchronized, a dance of love and desire that leaves no room for anything else.

"You're so perfect," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I want to see you swollen with our children, Cara. I want to see our family grow."

The intensity of his words pushes me closer to the edge, the thought of carrying his child, of our family growing, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. "Yes, June. Fill me up. Make me yours forever."

His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I meet him with equal fervor, my own need reaching a fever pitch. The pressure inside me builds to an unbearable peak, and with a cry, I tumble over the edge, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave.

June's fingers trail down my spine, lingering over each vertebra as if he’s mapping a treasure. “You’re mine, Cara. Always,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

A sudden thought flashes through my mind, igniting a wild idea. I glance at the nearby nightstand, spotting a silk scarf draped over the edge. Reaching for it, I hand it to him, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Use this,” I whisper.

June’s eyes darken with understanding and a wicked smile spreads across his lips. “Turn around,” he commands softly.

I obey. He ties the scarf around my wrists, securing them behind my back. The silky material feels both soft and restrictive, heightening my senses.

He steps back, his eyes roving over my bound form. “You look stunning like this,” he says, his voice thick with desire. He lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Sure you trust me?”

“I would be mad not to,” I reply, my voice steady despite the excitement thrumming through me.

June’s smile widens as he walks to the dresser, picking up a smooth glass bottle. It’s my favorite massage oil, one we’ve used countless times before, but never quite like this. He returns to me, the bottle in one hand and a predatory look in his eyes. “On your knees,” he orders.

I sink to the floor, my hands bound behind me, and watch as he pours the oil into his palms, warming it before running his hands over my shoulders and down my back. The sensation is exquisite, the heat of his touch combining with the coolness of the oil, making my skin tingle.

“I can't believe you're all mine,” he whispers, his hands gliding over my curves, massaging the tension from my muscles. “So perfect.”

He slides the bottle across my skin, using it to caress and tease, the sensation both soothing and arousing. I moan softly, my body arching towards his touch. “June, please…”

He chuckles darkly, enjoying my plea. “Not yet, baby. I want to savor this.”

He sets the bottle aside and slides his hands down to my hips, gripping them firmly. He lifts me effortlessly, positioning me on the edge of the bed. My wrists are still bound behind me, the scarf tightening slightly with every movement. He spreads my legs, the cool air against my core making me shiver.

“Stay still,” he commands, his voice a low growl.

I nod, biting my lip to keep from begging. The anticipation is almost unbearable. June steps back and starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight of him undressing, his muscles rippling with every movement, sends a fresh wave of desire through me.

When he’s finally naked, he steps closer, his erection pressing against my thigh. He reaches out and runs a finger down my cheek, his touch gentle despite the intensity in his eyes. “You drive me crazy, Cara,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

“Then show me,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

He grabs a silk tie from the dresser, wrapping it around my eyes and plunging me into darkness. My other senses heighten, every touch, every sound amplified. I can feel the heat of his body, hear the low growl of his breath, and it drives me wild.

June’s fingers trail down my neck, his touch light as a feather. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m going to make you scream,” he promises.

I whimper, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please, June…”

He laughs softly, his hands sliding down my body. He cups my breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “Do you like that?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper.

“Yes,” I moan, arching towards his touch.

He pinches my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp. “Good,” he growls. “Because I’m just getting started.”

He moves lower, his hands trailing down my stomach, his fingers slipping between my thighs. He strokes me lightly, teasing me, making me squirm. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction.

I'm still begging, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I need you…”

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