I open eyes I didn't realize I'd closed. His gaze burns into mine as his fingers find my center, stroking my clit gently at first and then with more pressure. I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
When his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves, I can't hold back the moan that escapes.
"That's it," he murmurs, his fingers working magic between my legs. "That's my girl."
His girl. The words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I am his. In every way that matters, I belong to him.
"I need you," I gasp, my hips moving against his hand. "Please, Anton. I need you inside me."
He groans, his control finally snapping.
In one fluid motion, he's between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
Our eyes lock as he slowly pushes inside, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Mine," he growls against my ear. "You're mine."
"Yes," I breathe. "Always."
He starts to move slow and deep, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more. Needing everything.
"Faster," I plead. "Please."
His rhythm is brutal and beautiful. He kisses me like he owns me, like I’m the one thing he’ll never surrender.
And God help me; I want to be his.
Over and over again.
I can’t stop the orgasm from washing over me. It’s so powerful stars explode in front of my eyes.
“Fuck. Lena.”
His deep, rumbling groan against my ear sends another wave of powerful tremors through me.
He drops on top of me. My face is buried in his chest. I feel a tear slide down my cheek.
“I’m scared,” I whisper.
“So am I,” he says.
I kiss his skin.
“You have to go. This is too dangerous.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “One minute. Please.”
His arms wrap around me and hold me against his naked body.
And then he’s pushing me away.
I dress quickly.
Anton steps into the hall to make sure no one is moving about.
He jerks his head once.
I slip out the door. My heart is still racing from being in Anton's arms, but now a different kind of fear creeps in.