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“You need to know something, Dani. You were mine all those years ago, but you escaped. There’s no turning back. What was once mine will always be mine.”
CHAPTER 25
Daniella
Did Stone have any idea how long I’d waited to hear him say that? Could he know now many nights I’d thought about him doing so?
As he thrust his cock inside, every muscle in my body tingled. He wasn’t gentle. This was a man reclaiming his possession. I was excited and nervous, anxious and happy, yet there was still so much for us to talk about.
He didn’t seem to care, pulling out and plunging into me again. Every time I was around him, I was lightheaded. Tonight was no exception. It felt as if the last armor we’d had between us was shattered, leaving only the longing to build a life together. Was I dreaming? Was I crazy?
I pushed up from the desk, taking every hard thrust and jutting my hips to accept more. The fire between us was even more explosive, yet unsettling. I closed my eyes, wishing the moment could last forever.
When he slowed his rhythm, leaning over me and crushing his weight down, I turned my head.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now, my beautiful baby?” He ground his hips back and forth. My pussy already ached, the hard-core throbbing beating in my ears. He nipped my earlobe, his hot breath creating tingles dancing all the way to my toes.
“What?” I managed, not caring in the least what he had in mind.
“I’m going to fuck you in your tight ass. Then every single inch of your luscious body will belong to me.”
Stiffening, a part of me wanted to tell him no, to push him aside, but I wanted nothing more than for him to claim all of me. Every single inch.
He pressed the tip against my asshole. As my heart thumped, I closed my eyes.
While the man was gruff, strong enough to break a man’s neck, he was also incredibly tender, sliding the tip an inch at a time. Still, I held my breath, fighting the nerves and uncertainty.
“God, baby. So tight.”
“Uh-huh.” I spread my legs open as I thought about how sinful it was to be fucked in his office while still wearing my thong. He thrust in another inch, hitting the tight ring. There was some discomfort, but every part of me wanted this.
I wanted him.
“You’re my filthy little moment of perfection,” he breathed. “I could fuck you all day long.”
“Then do it.” My murmur turned into a purr.
Panting, I pushed up from the desk once again, driving the remainder of his cock inside. The moment I was filled with the man, I issued a strangled moan.
Stone eased down, his hands on either side of me. My muscles throbbed, stretching to take all of him. He remained where he was, unmoving and allowing me to become used to his wide girth.
I was tingling all over, more than I’d been before and my pussy continued to throb as my core began to overheat. As we’d done so many times before, we moved together in a perfect synchronization, our bodies molding together as if one.
Remaining lightheaded, I clawed at the desk, taking shallow breaths as he fucked me. Maybe this was nothing more than symbolic, his need to possess every inch of me all he was thinking about. But in my mind, this was utter passion, our extreme need for each other overwhelming everything else.
As beads of sweat dripped down to my body, rolling to the side, I’d never felt so much satisfaction. We were together. We were in love. I felt the deep emotion throughout every muscle and deep within my bones.
His actions became more manic, the hard slapping sounds permeating my eardrums. I moved with him, jutting my hips backward with every brutal thrust. He wrapped his hands around mine, intertwining our fingers so we rocked long and hard.
I sensed the moment he was ready to erupt, his breathing hitching while his body tensed. With a smile on my face, I squeezed my muscles until he cried out.
“Fuuuuck. You are…” His intense growls permeated the room and I pushed against him, rolling onto my toes and shifting the angle. Every muscle in his body twitched as he filled me with his seed.
Moments later, he fell across me, our fingers still tightly clasped together. His breathing was as labored as mine and when he nuzzled against the crook of my neck, I’d never felt so joyous. This was everything I’d longed for, every fantasy fulfilled. Nothing would tear us apart. Not some crazed Frenchman or my father, not time or space.
This was where we were meant to be.
In each other’s arms.
