It’s not just a ring. It’s a vow she hasn’t even spoken, but one I’ve already accepted on her behalf.
I take her left hand gently in mine. Her fingers are soft, relaxed in sleep, unaware of what I’m doing.
Good.
I slide the ring onto her finger with slow deliberacy. Letting it catch, just slightly, on her knuckle, just enough resistance to feel earned.
It fits perfectly, just like she does around my cock.
She stirs again at the pressure, murmuring something incomprehensible, her fingers curling slightly around mine.
I press a kiss to the back of her hand, just beneath the stone.
“There,” I whisper, voice low, almost reverent. “Now the world knows.”
I settle back into the bed, drawing her closer. My arm tightens around her waist, her hand still in mine, the emerald cold against her warm skin.
She breathes gently while she sleeps. Resting and unaware, she now wears my name.
And when she wakes, when she sees the weight I’ve placed on her throat and her finger, there will be no question left.
No room for doubt.
She belongs to me.
Completely.
I can't help but slide my hand around her neck, and slide my other in between her legs, feeling in between her thighs for her slick, wet heat.
Satisfied that she’s warm and wet for me after stroking her clit a few times, I slide my hard cock into her. Moving slowly so I don’t wake her.
She stirs a bit but doesn’t move. The only sound in the room is our breathing intertwined, and the stifled groan I want to let out from being seated inside of her wet heat.
Her ass will need to wait to be used again, but this pussy is mine to milk and fill full of cum whenever I see fit.
I breathe out from my nose in short, painful breaths. Her pussy clenches around my shaft in her sleep, and I find itdifficult to believe something so simple could send a chill up my spine.
Fucking Martine short-circuits something in me. The second I feel her moan in her sleep, I go still, like my body’s trying to figure out if it’s allowed to feel excitement from this.
She’s soft where everything in my life is sharp, and when she exhales, it’s like she’s trusting me with something sacred. I don’t know what to do with that. I hold her tighter than I should, like I’m trying to memorize the shape of her before I ruin it.
This rattles me, how much I want to stay like this. How much I hate needing her, even just for a second.
I hate how much I feel. That’s the problem. One second of her in my arms and it’s like my skin doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s too tight, too hot.
I want more, and I want less. I want her closer, but I also want her gone. My hand twitches at her throat, and the thought hits me so fast it almost knocks the air out ofme, how easy it would be to press violently. Not enough to break her. Just enough to stop her breathing and knock her out, for real. Just enough to remind her, and myself, that I’m the one in control.
Because of this feeling, this burn in my ribs, this quiet, terrifying ache to be seen by her? It’s a weakness, and I don’t do weakness. So I imagine taking it back and takingherback, crushing the softness until all that’s left is silence—crushing her throat with my palm until the life leaves her eyes.
But she sighs again, innocent, trusting, and it undoes me. I don’t move. I just hold her, sliding my palm down to cup her breast. My jaw clenched, fingers curled, fighting the part of me that doesn’t want to hurt her at all.
My cock pulses inside of her, loving the idea that I’m taking her and she doesn’t even know it. I pull back slightly to shove myself further inside of her.
I feel her flutter around my cock and let out a gasping breath, finally waking. How tight her body gets with the shock of registering that I’m inside of her is intoxicating.
I squeeze her throat as a warning, but she surprises me, grinding her hips back into my pelvis. She shoves me deeper with her little desperate thrusts.
“Look at your hand, darling,” I whisper in her ear, thrusting in and out of her at a slow pace, savoring how she ripples on my cock. I memorize the wetness gushing down the side of my shaft and coating my pelvis between us.
