Page 151 of Sinful Desires
He smirked against my skin, lips dragging back to my throat.
“That’s fucking right,” he whispered. “You’re mine. Every part of you. Especially this one,” he said, pushing deeper, curling his fingers so I gasped and tightened around him.
I couldn’t even speak. My body jerked under his grip, shaking, needing.
“Dis-le.Putain, say it. Say you’re mine,” he growled, voice cracking against my mouth.
I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“I’m yours, Théo,” I breathed. “I’vealwaysbeen yours.”
His eyes darkened.
“And I yours,” he said, grabbing my jaw, crushing our mouths together.
I yanked his face closer, kissed him harder, deeper, like it was the last breath I’d ever take.
His hands tore away from mine, and I felt him fumble his shorts down just enough, his cock already hard, already leaking, already pressed against me.
Then he dragged it against my slit, pushing in inch by inch, forcing my body to take him.
My jaw dropped, nails dragging down his skin in a blind, gasping grab for balance.
“C-condom,” I whimpered, choking on the stretch.
He kissed me again, his tongue rough, voice buried in my mouth.
“You’re the only one I fuck, and you fucking know that, baby,” he snarled. “My body’s yours and only yours. But I’ll pull out, I promise.”
I moaned loudly, high-pitched, my cheeks flushed, my body already twitching from how fucking deep he was.
Far off, I heard Nicholas yelling something.
Bottles clinked. Laughter rose.
“Ready, Miss Harper?” he whispered, lips on my neck, tongue wet, breath ragged.
I nodded, already clenching around him. “Yeah.”
“Parfait.”
He slammed into me. Hard. Over and over. His cock pounded into me, fast and merciless, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing loudly and wet in the air.
His grip on my hips bruised. His breath came hot and filthy against my mouth.
“You fucking feel that?” he grunted. “You hear how wet you are? That’s what you sound like when you’re mine.”
He licked into my mouth, then bit down on my lower lip as he fucked me so deeply my legs trembled around him.
His hand moved between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing fast and messily.
“You’re dripping,” he whimpered.
I sobbed against his mouth, nails clawing into his scalp, pulling his hair as my back slammed the wall with every brutal thrust.
“Théo,fuck—” I cried out.
His lips crashed back to mine, swallowing the rest of my words as his cock slammed into me harder, faster, filthier.
