Page 80 of The Disputed Legacy
“You’re not taken?” He furrowed his brow. “Not committed to another man? There’s no one else?”
Again, I shook my head so fast. “Of course not. There’s no one else.” There wasn’t in the way he had to be meaning.
“Then how can you think you are owned?” Turning more fully toward me, he stalked like a predator to pin me down.
“Because…” God, the primal heat in his smoldering stare had me damn-near panting for him. My nipples hardened. My pussy throbbed. Blood rushed through me faster, carrying the lust I couldn’t deny for him.
Words failed me. With him leaning over me, hovering with his muscled form on top of me as we bumped and shifted, every touch of contact a hint of more friction that I needed, I could hardly think, let alone speak.
“You aren’t owned by anyone, Willow.” He dipped down to crush his lips to mine. Then as he dragged them up toward my ear, he lowered his hand to my ass. Slipping it between me and the bed, he cupped one cheek and pushed me against him in a possessive move that made me wetter.
“No one butme,” he whispered into my ear.
“I wish,” I told him on a needy plea.
“You don’t need to wish it,” he argued, kissing a hot trail down my neck as he ground against me, pushing me to the bed with his whole body. “Because it just is. You aremine. I want you to be mine in every fucking way there is for two people to be together.”
Breathing harder, I tried to keep up with his promising words and the wicked hot touches he gave me.
“You will be mine, Willow. No one else’s.”
“I want that too,” I insisted before he kissed me. In a frenzied rush to seal our lips together over and over, he plundered my mouth. With his tongue dueling against mine, his mouth stealing my breath, and his hands removing our clothes, all Icould do was cling to him and let this absence of communication tide me over until I would explain that it couldn’t be so.
“There’s no wanting about it,” he growled, naked now, as I was. “You will be mine forever, Willow, if you can choose me.”
I felt like I already had. He caught my wrists with his right hand and pushed them up over my head. Keeping them pinned on the pillow over my head, he lowered his left hand to between my legs. The second he wiped his fingers through my arousal, I parted my knees more and opened up to him.
I already was his like this. I’d already chosen him again and again to have me like this.
He kissed me, humping against me with an impatient urgency as he fingered me roughly, just like I preferred.
“You will always be mine,” he vowed, almost like begging for it to come true.
I nodded, near tears at how emotional he was making me. This wasn’t just sex. This felt like a claiming. And it was the one fantasy I’d never dared to believe in because of what had happened to me before.
“This is mine,” he said as he slipped his fingers out of my sopping-wet entrance. In a swift drop, he brought his head to my breasts. Not waiting, he drew my nipple between his lips, sucking and licking until I had to bite my lip so as not to moan loudly.
“You are mine, and I will do whatever I have to do to prove it,” he growled. Withdrawing his fingers from my pussy felt like a crime, but as he slid them toward my ass, I braced for the invasion I’d welcome every time. He notched his wide cockhead at my entrance, then once he slammed all the way in and stole my breath with the delicious, tight fit, he began to ease his fingers into my rear hole. Lubed up with my arousal, he increased the pressure. The pleasure mixed with initial pain as I waited to adjust, and within a few thrusts in, I was hurtlingso close to an orgasm. It would be another out-of-the-world sensation that would leave me shattered, but it was always worth it. He was always worth it.
“Mine, Willow.” He kissed me, as if air could no longer matter. “From the second I saw you, I knew you had to be mine.”
I closed my eyes at the intensity of his vows. His pleas. His begs. I couldn’t tell anymore if he was setting out to prove that I already was his or if he just wanted me to be his.
“No one else’s,” he growled, pulling out of me.
Staring into my eyes, he leaned up further. Like a beast, his sculpted chest heaving from the strain of fucking me so good, he arched higher. His thighs, so thick with muscle that they felt like trunks of steel, pushed at my legs. As he knelt over me, moving slightly, his dick smeared sticky cream against me. My arousal glistened on his thick rod. But it was the sight of him being utterly enraptured with me that stunned me.
“Mine,” he declared in a rasp as he moved his fingers out of my ass and started to push his dick in there.
Oh, God. Oh, God.I tensed, watching him as we took this that much further. We’d been building up to this. We’d play. He’d tried out different toys. His fingers. Stretching me more and more each time, he took slow and deliberate steps to getting to this point with me.
“This pussy is mine,” he declared as he pushed in his fingers with his free hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, knowing I couldn’t be loud. We’d been learning about each other’s bodies while being as careful as possible not to wake Oscar. It wouldn’t be right. The guilt of his hearing us would never leave me.
But Saul wasn’t playing fair tonight. He was unhinged, seemingly possessed with this idea of proving something I hadn’t dared to have faith in.
That I was his.
