Page 19 of Found By the Mountain Man
"Come inside," I say against her lips. "Let me show you how much you matter."
We grab her bags and run through the snow to the cabin, laughing despite everything as we fumble with the door and stumble inside, shaking snow from our hair and clothes.
The cabin is cold, the fire having died while I was gone, but I barely notice. All I can see is Mavis, looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
"Are you sure about this?" she asks, her voice soft but steady. "About us? About me staying?"
Instead of answering with words, I frame her face with my hands and kiss her again, pouring everything I feel into the contact. She melts against me, her arms coming up to circle myneck, and I know this is right. This is what I've been missing, what I've been afraid to want.
"I've never been more sure of anything," I tell her when we break apart. "Stay with me, Mavis. Not just tonight, but for good. Make this place a home. Make me whole."
"Yes," she breathes against my mouth. "Yes to all of it."
This time when I lift her into my arms, there's no hesitation, no professional boundaries to hide behind. Just love and need and the promise of forever stretching out before us.
I carry her to my bedroom, setting her down beside the bed with gentle hands. The room is cold, but we'll warm it together.
"I love you," I say again, because I can't say it enough as I undress her. "You're perfect," I tell her, running my hands over her bare shoulders, down her arms, memorizing every inch. "So fucking perfect."
"I'm yours," she says simply, and the words go straight to my heart and my cock. "I've been yours since that first night."
I lay her back on the bed, following her down, covering her body with mine. The feel of her beneath me, warm and willing and mine, is almost overwhelming.
"I need you," I growl against her neck, already hard and aching for her. "Need to bury my cock so deep inside you that you'll never forget who you belong to."
"I could never forget," she gasps as I kiss my way down her body, paying attention to all the spots that make her arch and moan. "I'm yours, Connor. Every part of me."
I worship her breasts with my mouth, sucking and biting at her nipples until she's writhing beneath me. "These perfect tits belong to me," I murmur against her skin. "This sweet body belongs to me."
"Yes," she moans, her hands fisting in my hair. "All yours. Everything is yours."
I kiss my way down her stomach, spreading her thighs wide as I settle between them. "And this pussy," I growl, looking up at her as I run my tongue through her slick folds. "This sweet little cunt is mine too."
"Oh God, Connor," she cries out as I feast on her, my tongue circling her clit before diving deep inside her. She tastes like heaven, like home, like everything I've ever wanted.
"So fucking wet for me," I murmur against her flesh. "My woman, so ready for my cock."
I work her with my mouth and fingers until she's trembling on the edge, then pull back, ignoring her whimper of protest.
"Not yet," I tell her, moving back up her body. "When you come, it's going to be with my cock buried deep inside this tight pussy."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. "Tell me you're mine," I demand, holding back even though every instinct is screaming at me to claim her.
"I'm yours," she gasps, trying to push down onto me. "Please, Connor. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck me."
"Need me to fill this hungry little pussy?" I push just the tip inside her, groaning at the tight heat. "Need me to stretch you open and make you mine?"
"Yes," she sobs with need. "Please, I need all of you. I need you to fuck me hard and deep and never stop."
I drive into her in one powerful thrust, both of us crying out at the sensation. She's so tight, so perfect around me, like she was made for my cock.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan, starting to move with deep, powerful strokes. "This pussy was made for me, wasn't it? Made to take my cock."
"Yes," she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Made for you. Only you."
I fuck her with everything I have, claiming every inch of her as mine. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the sound mixing with our moans and the wet sounds of our bodies joining.
"You're mine," I growl, reaching between us to rub her clit as I pound into her. "Say it. Tell me who owns this pussy."
