Page 93 of Checks & Bonds

I yanked at her jeans; the button popping open; the zipper sliding down with a harsh sound. I shoved them down her legs, leaving her standing in just her underwear. My hands traced the curve of her hips, fingers digging into her flesh possessively.

"No one else can have you," I said, my voice dripping with intensity. "You're mine, and I'll never let you go."

She moaned softly, her body arching into mine as I continued to strip her, my hands working with a feverish urgency. The last barrier between us fell away, and I pressed her against the wall, my body pinning hers in place.

"Do you understand?" I asked, my voice a harsh whisper against her ear. "You're mine, Freya. No one else can touch you. No one else can have you."

"Yes," she breathed, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging in. "I'm yours, Henry. Only yours."

I kissed her again, harder this time, pouring all my anger, my desperation, and my need into that single, searing connection. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, lost in this moment of raw, unfiltered need.

I didn't hesitate. I pulled out my cock, feeling the hard length in my hand. Without any further delay, I thrust inside her, the heat and tightness of her body enveloping me. Her legs instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into her slick heat. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but I held on, keeping her pinned against the wall.

Her back arched, a gasp escaping her lips as I moved inside her. I could feel the tension between us, the anger, the frustration, all of it pouring into each thrust. I pressed her harder against the wall, my hands roaming her body, gripping her thighs, pulling her closer.

My mouth found her neck, and I sucked at her skin, leaving marks that claimed her as mine. Each time I bit down, a small moan escaped her lips, and it drove me wild. I wanted to mark her, to make sure she knew she belonged to me.

"Mine," I growled against her neck, my voice rough with emotion. "Mine."

Her hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I moved faster, harder; the anger fueling each movement. I couldn't hold back, and I didn't want to. This was us, raw and unfiltered.

She moaned louder, her body tensing against mine. I could feel her getting close, the way her muscles tightened around me, the way her breath came in short, desperate gasps.

I thrust deeper, harder, my own control slipping as I lost myself in the sensation. Her climax hit, her body shuddering against mine, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Her body tightened around my cock, her muscles clenching and releasing, sent shivers through my entire being. Her moans, her gasps, every sound she made was like a drug I couldn't get enough of.

"Again," I demanded, my voice rough with need. "I want to feel you come on your husband's cock again."

Without pulling out, I moved us from the wall, guiding her down to the floor. The shift in position kept me buried deep inside her, our bodies still connected. I'd never felt so in control, so dominant.

"Harder," she breathed out, her eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire and trust.

I began to move harder, each thrust more powerful than the last. "I can take it," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "You won't hurt me. Fuck me, Henry. Lose control. I want it. Please."

Her words ignited something primal in me. I lost myself in the rhythm, in the way our bodies moved together. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge, the friction and heat driving me wild. The sensation of her tight around me, the way she responded to every movement, was almost too much to bear.

"My wife," I growled, my voice a low rumble. "Tell me you'll marry me. Say it."

"Yes, oh, please, Henry, right there, don't stop," she panted, her breath coming in short bursts.

"Freya!" I barked, so close to my own climax, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming.

"You're my husband," she said breathlessly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Mine, mine — Henry, I'm coming. Oh,baby, I'm coming."

Her climax hit again, and this time, I couldn't hold back. The sensation of her tightening around me, the way her body shuddered with pleasure, pushed me over the edge. My own release crashed through me, a powerful wave of ecstasy that left me trembling.

We clung to each other, our breaths mingling, our bodies still connected in the aftermath of our shared release. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, caught in this moment of raw, unfiltered connection.

I turned to look at her, pushing the strands of hair from her face. "Marry me," I murmured. "Right now."

"Are you —"

"Don't question me," I told her. "When it comes to you, I'm sure."

Her lips curved up. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you right now."

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