Page 39 of His Own Heaven

Lucy whimpered. “To think we could have been fucking all this time.”

“What a waste,” Toby agreed. “Of course, we can always make up for lost time and keep fucking each other after today.”

Swallowing hard against a surge of excitement, Lucy said, “What about our rules?”

“Fuck our rules,” he growled. “I want you.”

She closed her eyes and moaned, a second round of pleasure swelling inside her, bigger than the first, more intense. Then she yelped when Toby slapped her tits.

Thwack, thwack.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” he growled. “Not before me. Not this time.”

Gritting her teeth, Lucy clenched her pussy, clamped her body down on his, and smirked. She couldn’t come before him? Fine. Then she’d just make him come quicker. But when he returned her smirk and cocked one brow at her, she knew that look.

Game on.

The more Lucy tried to make Toby go faster, harder, the more he slowed his pace and touched her gently. Instead of gripping her hips, he stroked them, slid his hands back and forth and then drifted his touch higher, over her belly, her ribs, her breasts.

He toyed with her nipples, but he didn’t pinch them or flick them, just lightly ran the pads of his thumbs over the sensitive little buds, circled them over and over until her eyes fluttered closed and she couldn’t see him lean forwards to take one between his soft lips.

Her eyes flew open at the erotic touch. She gasped, arching her back and stuffing more of her breast in his mouth. Banding his arms around her, Toby locked her to him as he thrust upwards and increased his pace.

“Baby,” he murmured, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his staggered breaths a warm caress against her scars as his big muscled body began to shake beneath her.

His thrusting lost all rhythm, his breath stuttered against her throat, and he twined his fingers through hers where they were bound behind her back.

“Come with me, baby. It’s so goddamn good when we come together.”

The tenderness in his voice and the hint of longing in his words were enough to make Lucy let go, and the orgasm she’d been fighting for crashed over her as she surrendered to his will. She broke apart, she shattered, she screamed. And the one word she absolutely did not want to say slipped past her lips on a cry of ecstasy. “Master.”

It sounded so right to say it, and she couldn’t take it back. Wouldn’t take it back.

But that didn’t mean he’d welcome it.

When their breathing evened out, Toby leaned back and stared into her eyes, his piercing stare as intense as ever. But the way his lips lifted in a slight smile that looked to be part bewilderment, part awe, and the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as that smile grew broader, made those icy orbs a lot less cold.

He looked…happy.

She felt her cheeks heat and ducked her head, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking up from under her lashes. She felt shy.

Vulnerable.

“Lucy.”

When he said her name in that deep timbre of his, it did things to her. Inconvenient things. It tempted her to say other words she wasn’t sure he’d welcome. Words that made her breathing stutter and her hearth clench as they bubbled up from deep, forgotten part of her. Then he slid his big hands into her hair and pulled her forwards for a kiss and everything inside her relaxed, she could breathe again. But before his lips could make contact, they were interrupted.

“Toby!”

Toby blinked slowly. “Not. Now,” he growled through gritted teeth.

“Toby?”

Then he pulled back and sighed heavily. “I’ll kill him.”

Lucy worried at her bottom lip and turned her head in the direction of the shouting. “He sounds upset.”

Toby sighed again and tilted his head to glance over her shoulder. “Agreed.”

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