My hands grip her hips, stilling her movement. "You're shaken up. You're not thinking clearly."
"I'm thinking perfectly clear." Her eyes are dark with need. "I want you to remind me who I belong to. I want you to mark me as yours so thoroughly that no one will ever question it again."
Something snaps inside me at her words. The fear, the rage, the possessiveness—it all tumbles into raw, consuming need.
"Get up," I order, my voice rough with command. "Strip. Now."
She scrambles off my lap, her movements eager and clumsy. I watch as she peels off her sweater, revealing the lacy bra Savannah provided. Her jeans follow, pooling at her feet, leaving her in just her underwear.
"All of it," I command.
She unhooks her bra with shaking fingers, letting it fall away. Her panties slide down her legs, and then she's standing before me completely naked, her skin flushed with arousal and adrenaline.
"On your knees," I tell her. "Hands behind your back."
She sinks to her knees gracefully, lacing her fingers together behind her back. The position pushes her breasts forward, and I can see her nipples already hardening.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I ask, beginning to undress slowly. "How fucking crazy I went thinking someone might hurt you?"
"Tell me," she breathes.
I pull my cut off and then my shirt over my head, revealing the tattoos that cover my chest and arms. Her eyes trace the inkhungrily. "I wanted to kill him with my bare hands. Would have, if I'd found him here with you."
My jeans hit the floor, followed by my boxers. My cock springs free, already hard and aching for her touch.
"I've never felt possessive like this before," I continue, wrapping my hand around my shaft and stroking slowly. "Never wanted to brand someone as mine so completely."
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches my hand move. "Please," she whispers.
"Please what?"
"Please let me taste you."
"Open your mouth," I command.
She parts her lips obediently, and I step closer, guiding my cock to her waiting mouth. When she wraps her lips around the head, I have to grit my teeth to hold back all of my control.
"Fuck, your mouth," I groan as she begins to bob her head, taking more of me with each downward stroke. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well."
I thread my fingers through her hair, not guiding her movements but simply holding her. She moans around my shaft, the vibration making my hips jerk forward.
"That's it, baby. Show me how much you want this."
She hollows her cheeks, sucking harder, and I nearly lose it right there. But I have other plans for tonight. Plans that involve making her scream my name until she's hoarse.
"Enough," I say, gently pulling her off me. "Get on the bed. On your hands and knees."
She moves quickly to comply, positioning herself in the center of my bed with her ass in the air and her face pressed to the mattress. The sight of her like this—submissive, waiting, completely open to me—makes my cock throb painfully.
I retrieve the rope from my nightstand, along with a bottle of lube I hadn't introduced her to yet.
"I'm going to tie you up again," I tell her, running my hands over the curves of her ass. "But this time, you're going to stay like this while I worship every inch of you."
I start with her wrists, binding them to the headboard, then I trail my fingers down her spine, watching her shiver at my touch.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look like this," I murmur, pressing kisses along her back. "So perfect. All mine."
I take my time exploring her body, using my hands and mouth to map every sensitive spot. When I finally settle between her legs, she's practically sobbing with need.
