I reached between us and ran my thumb around our joining. When I slipped that into her, she grunted and her spine arched at the sudden fullness. I rubbed against the thick vein along the back of my shaft, shifting inside her until she moaned.
Having uncovered that soft cluster of tissue that pleaded with me for more, I held my cock at the right angle to blow her mind.
Her breath soughed in and out of her chest as I moved slowly, enough that every thrust intentionally had the tip of my dick tormenting her G-spot.
Her eyes screwed up like she was in pain. “Brennan,” she burst out, panting my name over and over like a litany. “Faster. Please. Fuck. Please. Oh, Brennan, I can’t… I’m so?—”
My hips deliberately slowed as, in the reflection, I caught sight of the floor we were on.
“No!” she howled, her hands grabbing my ears as the doors opened. “You do not fucking stop.”
Delight and satisfaction and pure, primal euphoria at my mate, my woman, commanding her release, commandingmewhen no one else would dare, roared through me.
I stopped fucking around and just fucked her.
She keened and wailed and howled again as I pummeled her G-spot over and over. Each thrust, deep and fast, had her growing tenser until she was like a steel rod in my arms.
Then, she broke.
She cascaded.
She exploded.
A single, short, sharp scream rang in my ears as her pussy almost pushed me out, she clenched around me so hard. Then, her hands ripped and tore at my shoulders, the fabric ruined by her nails and her grip.
She looked tortured.
But I felt the truth in how her cunt detonated around me.
When I came, it was almost anticlimactic.
It was always good with Camille. Always a relief to fill her full of my cum again. To brand her inside and out.
But nothing beat that primitive pride at how I’d wrecked her.
Only me.
Only I got her.
Only I’d do this to her.
Only me.
She’d only ever let herself go with me.
And that truth was better than an orgasm.
I hissed as I pumped my seed into her, enjoying the way she sagged into me, utterly replete, utterly calm.
For endless moments, I just loomed over her. Catching my breath, enjoying the aftershocks, reveling in our proximity.
Then, it registered we were still in the goddamn elevator, and I heaved a sigh and straightened up.
Her legs were slack around me, so I slapped her outer thigh and she yelped.
“Don’t let go.”
Her dazed eyes ensnared mine. “Brennan?”
