Page 149 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Those three words break something loose in me.
Her insides clamp down, and I need to be in her.
Pulling away momentarily, I manage to work her panties down her legs.
Brennan slides one palm up her back and fists it into her hair, pulling her head back toward him. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ll take care of you.”
I lower my mouth to her, tongue teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. She gasps, hips bucking, bound wrists clenching behind her. She’s a live wire, each touch igniting sparks that race through her.
She cries out as I suck harder, her thighs closing around my head.
Brennan’s voice is at her ear. “Let go.”
She does.
Her orgasm rips through her, sharp and shattering. Her back arches, chest heaving as the wave crashes, and I keep going, working her through every last tremor until she’s trembling and cursing softly under her breath.
When I rise, her eyes are glassy with release, but her jaw is set. “Untie me.”
I hesitate.
“I need to touch you,” she says.
I loosen the tie and toss it aside.
She stretches, then reaches for me, pulling me between her legs with a ferocity I wasn’t expecting. Her fingers tear at my shirt, her kiss hot and messy, all tongue and desperation.
“You’re mine too,” she whispers.
God help me, I want that.
I free myself and somehow remember to slip on a condom. Not spilling inside her takes too much restraint.
With a deliberate, fast motion, I thrust deep inside her hot cunt.
She moans—loud and raw—no pretense, no filter. Just need.
Brennan’s hands are on her again, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, his mouth finding her throat.
We take her together, our rhythm instinctual. Each movement a promise, each thrust a declaration. I don’t fuck her like I own her. I make love to her like I can’t afford to lose her.
She comes again with my name on her lips, and I follow, spilling into her with a groan that echoes in my ribs.
Brennan finishes after me, his mouth buried in her shoulder, his body shaking with restraint undone.
We collapse into a tangled mess on the desk—skin, sweat, heartbeat.
For a moment, the world is silent. No secrets. No threats. Just the three of us and the afterglow.
Her cheek rests against my chest, her fingers tracing a scar she doesn’t yet know the story of.
“I meant every word I said.”
“And so did I.” She lifts her head. Her eyes are clearer now, the edges of her storm pulled back. “When the rest of the world comes for us, don’t shut me out.”
Brennan kisses her temple. “We’ll do our best.”
I nod, because it’s the only vow I can make right now.
