The feeling was so intense, it was perfect.
He lifted me. I put my hands on his shoulders for balance. “No,” he told me, “you listen to me. I’m in control. I want to see you play with yourself while I’m inside you. Do it, Sin. I want to see your pleasure in those beautiful blue eyes of yours. I want to feel you coming around me while I’m buried deep inside you.”
He thumbed my clit, showing me what he wanted, still using the other hand to lift and pull me down onto him, in the slow yet hard rhythm. He may be in control of my body right now, but I was still in control of my mind. Instead of my hand replacing his where we connected, I brought them to my nipples. Pulling and massaging them.
“Yes, God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, leaning forward to capture one with his teeth. His tongue swirled over it as he sucked, and I groaned as he bit down, hard, sending a pulse right to my clit. Reaching up, I twisted my hand in his thick hair, pulling at the strands.
“I can feel you tightening around me. You’re going to orgasm, aren’t you?” he growled.
The noise I made didn’t even sound remotely close to a word as his hand that was between us found my hip and roamed slowly up my spine, scratching so lightly with his nails. The feeling caused lightning to zing through my body, setting my body tingling. The beginning of an orgasm began to build and crest. I let my neck relax, and my head fell back until I was looking up at the ceiling.
His hand was instantly in my hair, and he tugged it. The feelings inside me finally came to a crashing climax as he ground me onto him. I rolled my hips again, seeking each moment of contact to every inch of him.
“That’s it. Come undone for me, Sin, let me watch you come completely apart because of me. Because of us.” His voice spurred every last ounce of my release.
My head rolled forward and he let go of my hair. I found my lips against his neck and shoulder. Wanting to send him over the edge too, I bit. He hissed, but the sound turned into a groan, “No. Not yet.”
Quick as lightning, he flipped me over. Slipping back inside in one full and sure thrust. I moaned at the fullness. “You’re mine, Sienna. You hear me. Mine.” His voice echoed in the room.
In my soul, I knew he was telling the truth. I didn’t know how it happened so fast. But he had branded me without even knowing it.
“Tell me,” he commanded, thrusting even faster, chasing his own release, “tell me you’re mine.”
I shouldn’t do it, not when I was leaving soon, but at that moment I wasn’t thinking about leaving; all I was thinking about was how right this moment was. “Yes,” I told him while I moaned at his thrust hitting my clit in just the right way that everything I was already feeling intensified. “I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking straight, you are. I’m going to show you just how much, every single day, Sin.” With one final thrust, I felt him enlarging even more. “Come for me, beautiful.” As though his words had a direct connection to the cresting orgasm, it hit, just as I felt him pulsing inside me.