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With every lash of my tongue I force my desire for her through the bond, shoving every bit of possessiveness I can at her to ensure she understands clearly that she’s fuckingmine.
Through the bond, I tell her what she means to me, and how I intend to keep her. I’ll write up the contract of ownership on her skin with my lips.
I inscribe my name into her pussy with my mouth as my gaze coasts up her delectably curvy body writhing and gripping the sheets.
You.
Are.
Mine.
Wetness pours from her as her toes curl, and her body bows in sensation as she comes on my face, screaming with it. I lap at her gently and work at her cunt, tonguing her with quick strokes when her legs begin to quiver around my head as she orgasms again.
Before she comes back down, I lift her into my arms and settle back onto the bed with her in my lap, pushing the strands of her hair from her face as she lies on my chest.
My cock teases at her entrance, rubbing without entering as I wait for her to come down. She does slowly, but I can tell she wants more when her voluptuous hips cant, sliding wetly along the head of my dick, trembling when my piercing grazes her. She reaches and takes my cock in her hand before rubbing it through her juices again, easing herself down slowly, taking me in.
I grip her hips as her sweet cunt quakes and trembles at my entry, until finally our bodies join as one.
She slips even further on my length, unable to take all of me, stretched full. We groan together when she rotates her hips in slow circles around my cock.
My gaze goes heavy with orange light as she melts around me, and I start meeting the twist of her hips with thrusts of my own.
I sit up and pull her face to mine as she rides my shaft, bucking my hips, forcing her to take harder strokes as keening wails begin to pour from her lips. Her tight pussy clenches in the best way, and her mouth opens on a cry. The dim light glints on the shining barbell in her mouth as I hold her to me and plunge up into her wet heat, driving into her with an animal fierceness that surprises even me.
Reaching down between us, I work at her clit as I pound into her, thrusting in and out as she bears down on me with her orgasm. She screams her release, legs clamping on my hips, her body convulsing.
She’s wet, she’s wild, and she’s mine.
“Look at me,” I tell her, slowing my assault on her body as she comes on my dick. Those vivid green eyes that have wrapped around something inside of me open, and I fight my own release, my strained body and mind fighting the rush that builds within me. I pull back on the mental reins, only for satisfaction to spread when I notice how an orange light shines behind her green gaze. It's faint, but it's there.
The sight sends relief and something more pulsating through me as I give over to the tide of pleasure, bursting in a bone-deep growl.
I pull her to my chest and kiss at her forehead before cuddling her to me as she quivers. I hold her as her breathing quiets from her orgasm and smooth circles across her skin, even as the chilling realization spreads.
For all my ambitions and conquests, it's in her gaze that I find true weakness, because every victory I've claimed, everything I’ve ever gained, I'd give up and surrender to her.
Chapter 32
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
“I’m so excited,” I say, leaning back against the smooth leather of the limousine as we make our way to the event, excitement flooding me so hard, it’s a wonder I’m not bouncing in my seat. I glance down at my ruby red sequined dress and smooth a hand down my corseted stomach, feeling pretty in the form-fitting gown. Frank’s barely been able to keep his eyes off me since I got dressed in it, and I’ve been basking in it a little, letting him boost my self-confidence.
After last night, it feels like we’re somehow closer than before, his presence nice and comforting as nerves eat at my insides.
I pat at my matching red clutch sitting on the limo seat that holds everything I'll need for the gala, including my cellphone, newly outfitted with the malware tag and coding needed to hack Jackman’s phone. I just need to stand in his presence for less than a minute for it to do its job.
“If anything goes wrong, you’ve only to say something. Mikael and I will be able to hear you once we’re inside the building,” Frank says.
I touch at the earpiece I’d been fitted with just before we left.
“It’s not on now?” I ask.
“No, the listening devices will only turn on once we arrive at the Pierre. Is it bothering you?” he asks.
“It feels fine,” I murmur, pulling my hand away to smooth my hair that a set of women spent forever on.
I glance over at him and snort. “Stop frowning or your face is going to stick that way,” I tell him, reaching up to touch the deep groove in the middle of his forehead.
