Page 10 of Her Possessive Valentine

“Too much?” he asks in a husky whisper as he starts to circle the table again, stopping at my feet.

“Not at all. I’m just ticklish.” I don’t look up, nor do I flinch when I feel his hands brush against the soles of my feet, testing my weak spots. Unluckily for him, he found the only one I had early.

“I’ll have to remember that,” he says cheekily. I’d scowl at him if I weren’t feeling so damn relaxed. “But for now, I’ve got other plans.”

“Like what?”

“This.” He grabs my ankles, using them to part my legs. When they reach his ideal position, a choked noise emits from his mouth. I don’t need to see him to know what caused the sound—a thin strip of cotton acting as a barrier between me and him.

His fingers knead their way up my calves, past the back of my knee, and stop on my ass. He digs them in there, as if making some final stand, while another wave of sounds erupts out of him, eagerness on display. After a firm squeeze, Vance works hisway up to the waistband of my panties and grabs it in two tight fists.

As soon as I lift my hips, he rips them off. This time, I can’t stop myself from looking. I need to see what’s happening on his face, and I’m not disappointed in the slightest.

Dumbstruck and awe-filled, Vance is stuck in place, staring down the passage he created with my legs. He catches himself from falling too far and looks at me with a big, goofy smile.

“You’re glistening,” he says. “Soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.” Labored breaths follow his words, as if thinking out loud instead of talking to me directly.

“You’ve been touching me all night.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“This was a massage.” A charming smile flashes across his face. “Nothing sexual about it. Purely business.”

“And what about this?” I raise a brow while his hands travel up to my hips.

“Purely sexual. Nothing business.” Taking me in a firm hold, Vance pulls my entire body down the table. I slide without resistance, but before I can catch my bearings, I feel his girth pressing against my inner thigh.

“Oh shit,” I mutter, realizing what’s happening, that it’s happening.

His hands return to my ass, this time giving my cheeks the same treatment as my back. He’s less calculated, squeezing them with more primal energy, with his tongue running along his lips.

“I could stare at you for hours,” he says, and my heart sinks into my belly. “Hell, I’d never look away if you gave me the choice.”

“Who’s stopping you?” I whisper, putting on my best flirtatious voice but losing it somewhere behind the sheer thrill of Vance’s touch.

“Walls, mostly.” How he manages to throw a joke into the mix is beyond me. My brain turns to mush, my body vibrates in anticipation of what’s to come, and Vance is still in complete control. Something tells me it won’t stay that way for long.

“Then I guess it’s time to break ‘em all down.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Grabbing me by the waist, Vance pulls my lower body toward him. He lifts me until I’m in line with his manhood, and it slips between my soaked thighs, tickling its way straight to my pussy.

A squeal of pure desire passes my lips in a whimper. He holds me in place, my upper half still pressed against the table with my lower suspended in the air. I can feel his arms shaking through his grip, but it’s not because he’s struggling to carry me. No, it’s because he’s struggling to stay in control. Holding back when all he wants to do is plunge himself inside me.

And if it’s a nudge off the deep end he needs, I’ll give it to him.

“Do it, Vance. Take me,” I whisper. “Fill me up. Fuck me. Destroy me.” The next line comes out with my feverish desire, increasing in passion and pitch until the last word.

I like to think Vance wants to answer with words. That there’s still some semblance of man inside instead of the lusty beast making his golden eyes burn with fiery passion. But no wordscome. Only a husky growl as he drags my body back a few more inches, and the head of his cock smashes against my entrance.

I groan at the sudden knock, knock, knocking between my legs.

Oh God, come in. Please, come in.

As if Vance can hear my thoughts, he moves his hips, and the tip of his cock slips inside me. My body jolts, pleasure radiating from my core and trickling over every nerve. But Vance doesn’t let me move very far, holding me in place while shallow, hefty grunts escape him in a steady, continuous stream.

Vance moves slowly, burying himself inch by glorious inch inside of me. He guides my body down until my knees find solid ground on the massage table. Releasing me there, he allows one hand to dance up my side while the other remains firmly hooked onto my hip. His hands come to a stop on the curvature of my breast just as his hips stop driving his girth into me. Howling in hungry delight, feeling him down to the hilt inside me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he manages to speak between grunts.

I chuckle at his comment, unable to do anything else. Brain off and come-drunk.

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