Page 114 of Stalked
Vane’s command cuts through the haze of pleasure. His hands grip my waist, lifting me off his cock despite my protest.
“Lie down. On your back.”
I blink at him, disoriented by the sudden shift.
“Vane—”
“I want your eyes on me, wildflower. Only me.” His gaze burns with possessive hunger as he guides me onto the plush cushions. “No watching them. Just me.”
He spreads my thighs wide, settling between them with predatory grace. The emerald rope bracelet he made me still circles my wrist—his mark, his claim.
“You’re mine,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He drives into me hard enough to steal my breath, his hands pinning my wrists above my head. The intensity in his eyes makes everything else fade—the moans surrounding us, the slap of flesh, the wet sounds of pleasure.
“Every inch of you belongs to me.” He pulls almost completely out before slamming back in. “This cunt. This body.”
“Yes.” My back arches off the cushions.
His rhythm turns brutal, possessive, each thrust a reminder of his claim. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Look at me.” His fingers tighten on my wrists when my eyes threaten to close. “Don’t you dare look away.”
The secret sits heavy in my chest—three weeks of knowing, three weeks of terror and wonder. The positive test was hiddenin my nightstand drawer. I made the doctor’s appointment without telling him.
But watching him now, seeing the raw devotion mixed with darkness in his gaze, something shifts inside me.
Around us, the carnival crew continues their passionate displays. Tyson and Sofia, still insatiable after four years and two kids. Phoenix and Tilly, their bond unbreakable. Eden and Remy, dark and twisted but utterly devoted.
Children didn’t change what any of them are together.
“Vane—” His name catches in my throat as pleasure builds.
“That’s it, wildflower. Give me everything.”
His cock hits that perfect spot, driving me higher. My nails dig into his shoulders since he’s released my wrists, needing to hold onto something as the world narrows to just us.
“I love you.” The words tear from my throat.
“I know.” He captures my mouth in a bruising kiss. “You’re mine forever.”
Vane’s rhythm turns punishing, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. Sweat slicks between our bodies as he pins me harder against the cushions.
“Take it,” he growls against my throat. “Take every fucking inch.”
“Yes, God, yes?—”
His teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The sharp pain explodes into pleasure, mixing with the relentless pressure of his cock filling me completely.
“Come for me, wildflower. Let everyone hear who you belong to.”
The words shatter my control. My orgasm crashes through me with brutal intensity, making me scream his name as my body convulses around him.
“Fuck—Lia—” Vane slams into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he comes, flooding me with heat.
We collapse together, breathing ragged, hearts pounding in sync. He stays inside me, his weight pressing me into the cushions in a way that feels safe rather than confining.
