BREVAN
Ilooked down at Carys. Bare skin. Flushed cheeks. Her brown eyes dark with want. She’d just come apart in my arms and she was already asking for more.
Perfect.
I was still inside her. Still hard. My body didn’t want to withdraw. Didn’t want to leave the heat and tightness of her.
“You’re certain?” I asked. “Vinduthi stamina isn’t?—”
“I don’t want careful.” She clenched around me. The sensation made my vision blur. “I want you. All of you.”
Control. I’d spent days maintaining control. Charming her. Planning with her. Protecting her while keeping my distance.
That control was gone now.
I withdrew despite her adorable sound of protest and grabbed the dress as a cushion before flipping her onto her stomach and pulling her hips up.
“Brevan—”
“Trust me.”
I positioned myself behind her. Ran my hands over her back. Her waist. The curve of her hips. She was beautiful. Real. Mine.
Not officially. Not yet. But she would be.
I entered her from behind. The new angle let me go deeper. The flanges dragged against different nerve endings. She gasped. Arched.
“Yes,” she said. “Like that.”
I set a rhythm. Harder than before. Less controlled. My hands gripped her hips, held her steady while I took what I wanted, what she was offering.
Each thrust buried me completely. The triangular head of my cock sealed against her cervix. The flanges rippled along her inner walls. Creating friction. Pressure. Pleasure that I could feel.
She pushed back against me. Meeting each thrust. Taking me as deep as I could go.
“You feel incredible,” I said. My voice was wrecked. “So perfect. Made for me.”
“Yours,” she gasped.
Not yet. But soon.
I reached around, my hand brushing the heat of where we were joined. Touched her there while I moved inside her.
She cried out. Her body tightened around me. The flanges responded automatically. Flexed faster. Creating more stimulation.
“Again,” I said. “Come for me again.”
I worked her with my fingers. Matched the rhythm of my hips. Driving into her while touching her exactly where she needed.
She shattered. I felt it. The way her body clamped down. The way she cried out my name. The complete surrender to pleasure.
It pushed me over. I drove into her one last time. Buried myself as deep as possible. My own orgasm hitting hard. Filling her.
“Mine,” I said. Couldn’t help it. The possessive instinct was too strong.
We collapsed together. Both breathing hard. My body covering hers. My cock still inside her. Still reluctant to leave.
After a moment, I rolled us onto our sides. I settled her back against my chest. Let her feel my heartbeat. My warmth. She settled against me, her breathing evening out. The adrenaline and exertion were finally catching up.
