Page 116 of Possess Me
Tiny prickles of electricity cascaded down my entire body in waves.
That was the moment I lost my resolve, a personal promise not to beg. “Fuck me, Vissarian. I need your cock.”
“Patience, baby girl. Patience.”
I lifted my hips in response and the smile he offered could light up a room. He toyed with me for a few minutes, driving his fingers into my pussy, but I knew he was the one losing patience.
As soon as he placed the tip of his cock against my swollen folds, he lifted his body, arching his back before driving every inch of his shaft inside.
“Oh…” I jerked up, immediately ignoring his unspoken rule. I needed to touch him, to have my fingertips seared while imprinting my fingerprints on his skin.
Just like I wanted him to paint me with his scent.
He stroked the inside of my thigh ever so gently. I curled my other leg around his hip and he cocked his head.
“I forgot to mention. You’re never going to be in charge.” His actions deliberate if not forceful, he pushed my other leg to the comforter. Now I was wide open and vulnerable just as he preferred me to be.
But I didn’t mind.
I was giving him all of me without question.
He knew it.
We both felt the deep connection that couldn’t be turned off or ignored.
He rose onto both arms until they were straight before pulling out until just the tip was inside. With his eyes darting back and forth, he thrust into me again. The force was just enough the bed shifted, even creaking.
His grin was almost boyish, captured by the shimmer of light in a way that also accentuated his masculine beauty. Every muscle flexed as he lowered his head, even daring to lick his lips to entice me.
As if I needed him to drive me any crazier than I already was.
He had a way about him that continued to be insufferable, yet so darn cute.
My pussy muscles clamped around the thickness, still throbbing from the incredible orgasm. As he’d done before, when his lips brushed across mine, my body refused to stop shaking.
The kiss was gentle at first, a beautiful reminder of our intense connection. But as with all things with the man, the moment of intimacy became rougher, more possessive. Soonthe kiss was taking me to somewhere else where all time had stopped.
I tried to dominate his tongue, swishing it back and forth, but as always, I should have known better.
There was something so empowering about him taking control of me, bending me to his will while providing me with exactly what I needed.
The sweet dance continued for a few minutes as he developed a perfect rhythm. When he finally pulled away, he kept his lips close before the corners ticked into a smile.
As he finally clasped the fingers of one hand with mine, he nuzzled his face into my neck and simply fucked me. Now we were both in a beautiful piece of music, neither one needing lyrics. The song would forever change, but right now, it was the sweet release of anger and guilt, sadness and remorse that we both needed.
I sensed the moment he lost control, once again ignoring his silent commands by wrapping my legs around him. He lifted his head, darting his eyes back and forth across mine and just for a split second, I could swear I noticed love in the darkened pools.
With his muscles tensing, slight spasms rolling through me, he threw his head back, allowing me to see the thick cords in his neck.
Just as he started to erupt deep inside, I cinched my muscles, praying this moment would last.
For whatever reason, there was something so special about him filling me with his seed.
There wasnothing quite as peaceful as lying so tightly nestled against a man that you could feel his beating heart. Anotherrhythm had developed, the now crashing waves accentuating the sweet song being played in a darkened room.
There were also other sounds that kept me awake.
Bella’s sweet snores. She’d managed to wiggle her way between us. I’d expected Vissarian to remind her where her dog’s bed was located, but he hadn’t. Instead, he’d stroked her with one hand while absently brushing the fingers of his other against my arm.
