Page 28 of The Billionaire's Obsession

"Damon," she moans, the sound of my name on her lips sending a jolt of primal satisfaction through me.

I move lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, hooking my fingers in her panties and drawing them down her legs with torturous slowness. When she's completely naked, I take a moment just to look at her—sprawled across my bed, skin flushed, eyes dark with desire. For me. Only for me.

"Stop staring and touch me," she demands, voice breathless but commanding.

I grin, sharp and predatory. "Impatient, sweetheart?" But I oblige, settling between her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She's already wet for me, already needy. I run a finger through her folds, collecting her arousal, before pressing two fingers inside her heat. Her sharp intake of breath is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

"So wet," I murmur against her inner thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin there. "So ready for me."

"Please," she whispers, hips lifting to meet my touch.

I work my fingers in and out of her, adding a third when she whimpers for more. My thumb finds her clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make her squirm. But it's not enough. Not today. Not when I can still see Reynolds touching her, making her laugh. Not when I need to claim her completely.

I withdraw my fingers, ignoring her mewl of protest, and move up her body. I settle between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. I capture her gaze, holding it as I push inside her in one smooth thrust.

We both groan at the sensation. She's tight and hot and perfect around me. Made for me. I start to move, setting a punishing rhythm that has her clutching at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.

"Mine," I growl against her neck, unable to stop the possessive word from escaping. "Say it, Lucy. Say you're mine."

Her eyes flash, that stubborn streak showing through even as her body welcomes me, takes everything I give her. "I don't belong to you," she gasps, even as her legs wrap tighter around my waist, urging me deeper.

The contradiction between her words and her actions drives me wild. I hook an arm under one of her knees, changing the angle, driving deeper into her. She cries out, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Say it," I demand again, slowing my thrusts to a torturous pace that has her whimpering. "Tell me what we both know."

"Damon, please," she begs, trying to move her hips to force a faster rhythm.

I pin her with my weight, keeping my thrusts maddeningly slow, deep but not enough to push her over the edge. "Say it, and I'll give you what you need. What only I can give you."

She glares up at me, that fire I love blazing in her eyes. "You're such an asshole."

I can't help but laugh, even as my body screams for release. "Yes, I am. But I'm your asshole. Just like you're mine."

Something shifts in her expression then—a softening, a surrender that has nothing to do with weakness. "Yes," she whispers, her hand coming up to cup my cheek in a gesture so tender it makes my chest ache. "I'm yours. And you're mine."

The last two words hit me with unexpected force.You're mine.I've been so focused on possessing her, on claiming her, that I never considered the reverse—that she might have claimed me just as thoroughly. The realization should terrify me. Instead, it breaks something open inside my chest.

I capture her mouth in a kiss that's suddenly more gentle than anything we've shared before. My hips start moving again, but the rhythm has changed—still intense but less frantic, less about proving a point and more about connection.

Lucy responds immediately, her body softening under mine, her kisses turning deeper, more intimate. Her hands trace patterns on my back, no longer clawing but caressing. The shift is subtle but profound, transforming what began as an act of possession into something that feels dangerously close to making love.

I feel her body tightening around me, her breaths coming faster. "Come for me," I murmur against her lips. "Let go, Lucy. I've got you."

She does, her body arching beneath mine, a cry tearing from her throat as pleasure crashes over her. The sight of her coming undone, the feel of her pulsing around me, pushes me over the edge. I bury my face in her neck as I come, pouring myself into her with a groan that might have been her name.

For long moments afterward, we lie tangled together, catching our breath. I roll to the side, taking her with me so she's sprawled across my chest. Her hair tickles my chin, and I brush it back, tucking it behind her ear in a gesture far too tender for a man who prides himself on ruthlessness.

"You make me insane," I admit into the quiet darkness, words I never thought I'd say to anyone. "I saw him touch you, and something in me just...snapped. I've never felt this way before. Never lost control like this."

She props her chin on my chest, looking up at me with those eyes that see too much. "I wasn't flirting with him," she says again, softly this time.

"I know." I trace the curve of her cheek with my thumb. "That's what scares me. I know you weren't. I know you wouldn't. And I still couldn't control myself. You've done something to me, Lucy. Made me into someone I don't recognize."

She's quiet for a long moment, studying my face. Then, she lays her head on my chest and nuzzles close to me.

I hold her close, listening to her breathing even out, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my chest.Mine, I think again, but the word has shifted somehow, expanded to include something beyond mere possession. Something that feels dangerously like belonging.

To her, as much as she belongs to me.

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