Page 148 of Possession

I lean into his chest and take in the sight of us. My messy blond hair against his smooth, dark skin. The contrast is beautiful and something I’m becoming more obsessed with every time we’re together. It’s impossible not to think about us as one, with all the unprotected sex. It makes me nervous and excited and ready for a new life.

A different life than I’ve ever known.

A better life … with him.

He drags a finger over my clit and gives me a slow circle. When he crosses my body with his forearm, his fingers find my nipple.

A pinch.

A twist.

A pain that is so good, it shoots straight between my legs.

“Baby,” he growls. “Jeans off. Now.”

I tuck my thumbs into my waistband and struggle to push them down my hips and thighs while he holds me tight to his chest. I never take my eyes off him through the mirror.

His stare is heavy on my bare body as I struggle with my clothes. “There you go.”

I kick my jeans to the side.

He takes advantage of me opening for him, and his hold on me gives possession new meaning.

I look into his dark eyes and tell him the truth. “I’m yours.”

His tongue sneaks out and wets the crease of his lips. “Yeah, you are.”

I keep talking because I need to finish what I started, and admit, “I never wanted to be anyone’s. My entire life was dominated by my father. The only thing I ever wanted to do was be free of him. Now I only want to be yours.”

His hands still on my body.

Even though there’s nothing in my vision but me naked in the mirror, all I see is love in his eyes. “Baby, you are mine, but it’ll never be like that. Ever. You’ll never feel more free. I’ll make sure of it.”

I lift my hands to cover each of his, where his hold on me is lewd and loving and domineering. “I know. I’ve never felt freer than this.”

His hands shift beneath mine. I feel every single movement as the tips of his fingers part my sex to tease me. His other massages my breast and milks my nipple into a hardened pebble.

My head falls to his pec, and his lips land on my ear. “I’ve got condoms, baby.”

My eyes close, and I concentrate on his fingers and his words, thinking and dreaming of our future.

He presses his lips to the side of my head. “But I don’t want to use them.”

I open my eyes to find him staring at me through the mirror. After being thrown together in the ugliest way possible, we somehow found this.

There’s a beauty in us that’s blinding.

His touch warms me from the inside out, and my chest heaves with labored breaths.

“We’ve given new meaning to tempting fate. I love what we’re doing as much as I love you. I don’t want to change a thing. If you want the condom, you’re going to have to say the word.”

All I see is lust and love in his hot gaze.

I tell him the truth with a tiny shake of my head.

“Say it, chica,” he demands. “I want to hear it from your own lips. I want you to say that you want everything with me.”

My words are breathy. “No condom. I don’t want anything between us—ever. Please.”

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