“Who does this belong to?” He bit her earlobe.
Prim moaned into the night, her body a tense bow. One adept finger entered her, and Prim sighed deeply.
“This,” he pumped slowly. “Who owns this?”
“Oh!”
“Say it, Prim.”
She was fighting to keep her sanity, her soul in her body, and her body on Earth. The sensation of his fingers inside her, of his teeth on her skin, his hands still holding her down. It was all too much, too intense.
Leo didn’t relent. He added a second finger, gently but firmly, and curved them to find that secret spot inside her. Again, deeper, stroking her.
“Leo! I can’t-”
He withdrew his fingers, and Prim cried at the emptiness. She met his gaze over her shoulder, crazed, severe, and imperious. He dipped his chin, his eyes those of a predator circling a defenseless prey. She was exposed and needed this, him, all of it.
“Say it! Don’t make me ask again.”
“I am yours,” she sighed. “I belong to you. All of me, yours.”
The smile he gave her was the most devastating thing she had ever seen, a feral flash of triumph, of dominance.
“Now,” he commanded, his voice a dark velvet promise.
His hand abandoned her hip and went once more around her neck. His mouth claimed hers once more as his skilled fingers returned to her core, not to torture her, but to reward. He drove them inside her again and again, his thumb teasing her bundle with each thrust. His tongue lapped her up in a sloppy, scandalous kiss.
He pushed her, relentlessly now, towards the same peak he had withheld. All she could do was lick his tongue, his taste filling her arch till all she heard was the debauched wet sounds of his finger entering her faster. And his name. All she could repeat when he allowed was moan his name.
“Mine, Prim! Mine!” He growled in her ear.
He found something inside her, something that made her whole body shudder, and the coil snapped. Pleasure rose like a wave, her mouth filled with sweetness, her body tensed. And then released, trembling.
He didn’t bother removing his breeches fully. He merely shoved them down just enough, freeing himself. Still behind her, he bent her slightly. In one sharp, claiming thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her still-pulsing warmth.
“Prim!”
Her name was a low rumble in her ear as he plunged in again and again. Prim couldn’t understand how her body withstood this overload of emotion. How her body could take all this intensity without bursting.
Prim looked back at him, through the haze of ecstasy. She saw the concentration on his brow, the clench of his jaw as he was biting down, desperate. His eyes found hers, and there was an intensity that had nothing to do with lust. It was pure, undiluted need, a raw, wild hunger to be the only man to ever make her feel this way.
He took her like this, losing all control. He forced her to her elbows, his fingers still around her neck, while the other hand pulled her by the hips onto his engorged erection. This new angle was devastating. He filled her so impossibly deep, a stretching feeling, a fullness that made her cry out with each plunge. He growled and moaned as he pounded into her completely unrestrained.
It was so lustful, this way, so wanton and devoid of civility. Her world became the feel of him inside her, her juices running down her thighs, the slap of skin on skin, and the feel of the sheets she crumbled with her fists. He was like an animal in heat. This was not making love. This was mating.
He was equally feverish when he withdrew, flipped her again on her back in one fluid motion. His hand caught her wrists again over her head, and he plowed into her at an unforgiving pace. The way he locked his eyes in hers made her realize that he wanted her to see him, look at him as he claimed her.
It wasn’t her stomach that flipped this time. It was her soul, her heart, something deeper in her, and something clearer. Clarity dawned as her body met his punishing pace. He was no longer the Duke with whom she plotted. He was not the husband who protected her. He was no longer the lover who lifted her to new heights.
Her hands, now free, raised to cradle his jaw, her thumbs stroked the harsh, beautiful lines of his face as he moved within her. This man over her, around her, inside her. This man, Prim, realized she loved with all the power that her heart possessed.
“Leo,” she whispered reverently.
The grasp of this simple yet profound reality came over her like the waves of her passion. She arched her body not just in pleasure but in offering. What he demanded she declared was true. She was his, she belonged to him. Her body, her mind her soul was his. She had given everything she was to this man.
“Prim,” her name was like a vow on his lips.
That simple sound shuttered her. Every pulse of her release was a revelation. Silent, but equally devastating. Prim, against all odds, was in love with her husband.
