Page 16 of His Possession

Maeve’s hands slid up his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. The heat between them flared, their instincts colliding in a way that felt both primal and electric. Rory’s panther stirred, its presence coiling through his veins as his need for her deepened.

He backed her against the wall, his hands tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips with a possessiveness he couldn’t contain. Maeve met his intensity with her own, her nails digging into his shoulders as their kiss deepened, spiraling out of control.

The clothes between them were an unwelcome barrier, one that Rory quickly remedied. His hands moved with purpose,slipping beneath her shirt to explore the soft heat of her skin. Maeve shivered under his touch, her breath catching as his lips left a trail of fire along her jaw, down the column of her throat.

“Rory,” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of need and hesitation.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes searching hers. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Her answer came not in words but in the way she kissed him again, her body arching into his as if she couldn’t bear the distance between them. The world around them blurred, fading into the background as they gave in to the fire that had been smoldering for too long. Rory’s touch was both demanding and reverent, his movements guided by an instinct as old as the beast inside him. Maeve matched him at every turn, her strength and passion igniting something inside him he hadn’t known he was capable of. Their connection wasn’t just physical—it ran deeper, a bond etched into their very souls.

MAEVE

Rory towered over her, his sharp gaze calculating and dangerous. But despite the danger he exuded, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She met his challenge with defiance, her stance unwavering as she stared back at him.

His rough hand cupped her jaw as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She melted against him, her fear mingling with longing as his hands roamed over her skin. For a moment, they found solace and salvation in each other. In that fleetingmoment of intimacy, they found a sense of hope, a spark that promised both destruction and redemption in equal measure.

When Rory ripped her blouse and bra open to expose her naked breasts beneath, she gasped.

He pressed her against the wall, his touch sending shivers down her spine as she arched into him. The urgency of their union fueled the flames of desire between them, igniting a passion that burned brighter with each fleeting moment.

“Rory,” she moaned against his lips. “We can’t do this, not here. What if someone walks in?”

“They won’t,” he assured her, his mouth dropping to her collarbone. Then lower until he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. “You belong to me. I am taking what belongs to me.” He groaned against her.

His hands reached for her skirt, pulling it up over her hips. He ripped her panties off and tucked them into his jacket pocket.

When he dropped to his knees before her, the first time he saw her naked pussy, his groan helped get rid of her shyness. She wanted his mouth there. She wanted him to taste her. Before she could think any further his mouth closed around her clit, sucking hard.

“Rory,” she cried out, her hands going to his hair, pulling.

The sound of her voice, raw and needy, reverberated through the room and seemed to awaken something primal in Rory. He knew what he wanted, what they both craved in that desperate moment, and he was more than willing to take it.

As his fingers probed her entrance, she quivered with anticipation. Rory continued his relentless assault on her sensitive flesh. Her moans grew louder, her body arching towards him in response to his touch.

She gasped as Rory inserted one finger, then two, deep within her. His fingers worked in sync with his mouth, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her heart pounded in herears, drowning out the music coming from below. She forgot everything but Rory and the overwhelming pleasure he brought her.

Just as she felt herself on the brink, Rory stopped, withdrawing his fingers and his mouth. "Rory, please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I need you."

He stood up, his eyes locked onto hers, filled with a burning intensity that made her heart race even faster. With that, Rory lifted her onto his desk, sweeping away the papers and other paraphernalia and positioning her against its cool surface. She stared into his eyes, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. There was no turning back now.

Rory's hands were everywhere at once, exploring her body with fiery intensity. His fingers found her pussy again, rubbing, teasing, driving her wild with need. Her hips bucked against him, begging for more.

And then, without warning, he unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. His cock sprang forth and before she could register what was about to happen, Rory was inside her. The sensation was both shocking and exquisite, filling her completely in a way that she had never felt before. Her hands clenched the edges of the desk, wanting to hold on to something, to ground herself in the midst of this overwhelming experience.

“What about birth control?” she asked.

“I’m willing to bet we’re both clean and if you’re not on birth control, so be it,” he growled in a way that made her pussy quiver.

He moved inside her, slow and steady, his strokes deep and firm. His mouth found hers again, their kisses as passionate as the rest of their encounter. She could feel the urgency in his movements, the fierce desire that threatened to consume them both.

And then, just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Rory thrust once more—deep and hard—his hips pounding into her with a force that sent shockwaves through her entire body. She cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure, her body convulsing around him as she reached the peak of her ecstasy.

Rory continued to move inside her, his own release close at hand. The sound of their bodies mingling, the steady beat of their hearts, created a symphony of desire and danger. With a primal snarl, he pounded into her until with a final, brutal thrust he ground against her.

When Rory finally stilled, his body pressed against hers, she felt a sense of completion that she had never experienced before. It was as if they had become one, their hearts beating in unison, their souls intertwined in the most intimate of ways.

RORY

---