Page 77 of Possession

Just most of the time.

Here and now, I wanted to put my mark on him. Even if that mark was an intricately knotted tie. Memories of our night in the vestibule intruded as silk whispered against silk between us.

That night there had been no words either.

I tucked, twisted, tugged, and finally, the Eldridge knot took form. I tightened it until it was just under his Adam’s apple. His citrus scent seeped through the silk and cotton. His soap had becomemysoap.

The spicy component to him wasn’t evident yet. The layer of scent from his cologne that transferred to my skin with each stroke of his hands.

The press of his flesh on mine.

The way he covered me so completely.

“Grace.” His voice was barely a husky rumble.

Part of me wanted to reach under the tails of his shirt. I knew what I’d find.

He would be as turned on as me.

Hard.

The tip of his cock would be tight and dark, slicked with his salty pre-cum.

His fisted hands went to the braid I wore for sleep and tugged my head back. My lips parted and he swore.

“You’re not going to ruin that perfect knot I created for a quick fuck, are you, Blake?”

He swung me around and kicked out my ankles. His fingers twisted in my hair. I grinned as he pushed my cheek into the mattress.

I took perverse pleasure in making him lose control.

He shoved up the shirt I was wearing. He swore ripely once more. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I was dripping.

There was no shame inside me. I was used to my body’s reaction to him, even if I hated it some days.

His hand spanned my lower back as he angled me just how he wanted me. I looked up, and the mirror of his armoire was rightthere.

So close.

He flipped his tie over his shoulder and tugged up his shirt. Already his boxers were bunched around his thighs. He angled that magnificent cock toward me.

“Yes.”

His brows snapped down as he studied us in the glass. I saw the anger and lust warring in his gaze.

“Look at me. Look at us.” God, was that my voice?

He straightened as he stared at us in the mirror. He gripped my braid again, slightly arching my back. “Is this what you want?”

I gripped the sheets for purchase. There was danger in his eyes. And I wanted all of it. The darker side of Blake lured me like nothing else. “Yes.”

He released my hair and shoved at his shirt, lifting it out of the way. I rose onto my forearms to watch.

God, he was stupidly beautiful. His stomach muscles quivered with each breath as he took himself in hand.

The angle in the mirror wasn’t good for me. I couldn’t see enough. I twisted to look over my shoulder and he adjusted my hips to line us up. I was too short, and his bed too tall. He swiped the head of his cock along my slit. I rose onto my toes to urge him inside me, but that wasn’t in his plan.

Why couldn’t he be like any other guy and just go at me? Moments like the counter explosion the night before were so rare. It was so unusual for him to lose all control.

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