Page 129 of Possession

My moan fills the room as he sucks my clit between his lips. My thighs might as well be held open in vise grips, his big hands hold me hostage to do whatever he wants.

Being held hostage by Brax is something I could live with for a very long time.

I think I might even love it.

“No,” I complain on a breath when he lets go of my clit, only to bring his tongue down to my sex. “Oh, okay. Yes, please.”

The word passes my lips to beg him not to stop. He gives me what I want, fucking me with his tongue, teasing me of bigger and better things I’ve been dreaming about my husband.

He loves this as much as I do. A groan vibrates against my sex when I lose his lips and tongue. “I could do this forever, chica, but can’t fucking wait to bury myself inside you. Feels like I’ve waited an eternity.”

Oh, yes. I’m ready for that too.

He moves back to my clit. It starts low in my belly before taking over my body, just like Brax has done since we met. This orgasm puts every one before it to shame—it’s deep, earth shattering, and soul wrenching.

I arch and press my head into the bed. I’m not quiet when I come. My body quakes and stars fill my vision. But Brax doesn’t let up. He devours me—lapping and sucking and tormenting me in the best way possible.

Just when I think my body is spent, I lose his mouth from between my legs.

His lips land on mine, and I think about all the kisses we’ve shared that have gotten us to this one.

They’ve built and grown, starting with the one after I was forced to sayI do. Every one since has felt different and meant something new. Even when they were meant to be fake, they never felt that way. With each additional one, we became more and more real.

Just like my obsession that grew into desperation.

So when he slides inside me, my eyes fly open. “Brax.”

He’s got one forearm to the bed next to my head and the other hikes my knee high, as he sinks deep within me.

So big.

So full.

And so, so bare.

His dark eyes stare into mine when he pulls out only to fill me again, this time to the root. “Baby, there’s nothing fake about this. This is as real as it gets. I’m not letting you go. You’ll never be treated like a possession again. Even so, you’re mine in every other sense of the word.”

I run my fingers through his hair, down his neck, and my fingers bite into his wide shoulders to hang on. I lift my legs farther, and he takes advantage—pulling out and slamming into me, proving I’m his. “That’s exactly how you make me feel.”

“And I’m yours,” he goes on while moving inside me. “I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s, but fuck, baby. The thought of not being yours is worse than any bullet I could take.”

Tears well instantly in my eyes as he becomes blurry. I nod, and my words feel weak as he takes me for the first time. “I’ve wanted you. Even when nothing felt right. And now that everything is different and new all over again, I know it’s right. We’re right.”

He takes my mouth as he thrusts—his movements faster, harder, and without rhythm. There’s a desperation about the way we’ve come together that’s tangible. I feel it around me and within me.

“I’m desperate for you, and I’m desperate for this to be real and not end,” I admit when he breaks our kiss. “Don’t stop. Just, please, don’t stop.”

Every muscle in his body is taut under my touch. He presses in, filling me to the root and stops this time. He looks pained with every word when he admits, “I don’t have a condom.”

My heart sinks because I don’t want this to end. “And I’m not on birth control.”

His dark eyes blaze. “Baby.”

My eyes fall shut, but I press my heels into his firm ass where his trousers are barely hanging on.

“Landyn,” he calls for me and seals it with a kiss pressed to my forehead.

I open my eyes.

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