Page 130 of Possession

He pulls out and presses in.

I say nothing.

Another thrust—this one hits my clit.

I moan and feel the flesh of his shoulders become one with my finger nails.

He tips his forehead to mine and starts to move again. In and out—each time stronger, with more force than the one before.

It’s like he’s daring me. Playing Russian roulette with my emotions, or simply claiming me in every way he can.

In the biggest way.

It was only hours ago he introduced me as his wife to his own mother.

He claims my mouth again before muttering, “Chica, I can’t hold off much longer. I’m barely hanging on.”

He hits my clit again, and it feels so good, I put my feet to the bed for leverage. I press up, meeting his every thrust where I want it most. Every time we come together, it cements itself in my mind what I’m actually doing.

What we’re doing.

Or what we’re not doing. Because we’re absolutely not being safe or cautious. Yet, at the same time, it doesn’t feel irresponsible or reckless. It feels very different than that.

It feels so very deliberate … like the intensity between us is an unspoken conversation that takes most couples years to get to.

“Don’t stop.” The words jump from my lips as I rise to meet him—my second orgasm within reach. I want it, and I want him. “Please, don’t stop.”

That’s all he needs.

My husband … he’s unbridled.

And it’s exactly what I want. I come hard and fast, loving every onslaught of his powerful body and his cock doing what they were created for—taking me and making me his.

My moans and his growls tangle in unison to create a beautiful harmony. It’s my new favorite piece of music.

When Brax comes, it’s dominant and beautiful…

And mine.

Because he comes inside me with nothing between us and with no discussion.

He gives me his weight and stays buried. I turn my face to his and press my lips to his jaw as he catches his breath. When he finally looks down at me, there’s not one regret in his eyes.

“I’ll give you normal as soon as I can, chica. Swear it.”

Normal.

I had no idea something as mundane as that would be my love language, but it is.

I smile. Despite everything, I’ve never been happier.

He hasn’t moved an inch, smothering my body with his.

“Brax?” I whisper. I love saying his name.

He presses his lips to the side of my head and inhales. “Right here, baby.”

“I need to ask you something.”

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