“Again,” he snarled, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Yours!” I screamed as I came, my body clenching around him, my juices coating his cock as he fucked me through it, his own release tearing from him with a groan.
“Aria—fuck—”
He spilled inside me, his cock pulsing, filling me with his cum, his body shuddering above mine. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing, the damp stickiness of sweat and sex between us. His cum dripped out of me, running down my thighs, marking me.
Then his weight was on me, his chest pressing me into the mattress, his lips finding the shell of my ear.
“You’re not leaving,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. “You’re staying.”
I should have argued. Should have told him I had a life, a future, things I needed to do. But his arms were around me, his body still buried inside mine, his breath warm against my skin. His cock twitched, still half-hard, and I felt another rush of wetness between my legs.
And I didn’t want to leave. I never wanted to leave.
His hands roamed my body, possessive, claiming, as his cock began to harden again. The night stretched before us, but for the first time, I wasn’t afraid of the dark.
I was afraid of the light. Afraid of what would happen when morning came.
But for now, there was only this. Only him and as his lips found mine again, his tongue invading, his hands pulling me closer, I knew one thing for certain:
I was his and he was mine.
His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath, his kiss slower this time, deeper. His tongue tangled with mine, lazy and possessive, like he had all the time in the world. Like he owned it. His hands slid over my body, mapping every curve, every dip, his fingers tracing the swell of my hips, the indent of my waist, the softness of mystomach. I arched into his touch, my skin hypersensitive, every brush of his fingertips sending sparks through me.
“You’re still trembling,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a dark rumble. “Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head, my fingers tangling in his hair. “No.”
“Liar.” His lips curved against mine, but there was no humor in it. Only hunger. “You’re sore.”
I was. My thighs ached, my pussy throbbed, my lips were swollen from his kisses, my neck marked with his teeth. I’d never felt so used. So wanted.
“Good,” he growled, his hand sliding between my legs, his fingers finding me already wet again. “You should be.”
I gasped as he circled my clit, his touch gentle now, teasing. His cock, still slick with my juices and his cum, pressed against my thigh, thick and heavy. I reached for him, my small hand wrapping around his length, my thumb smudging the pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking forward slightly. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I smiled, a slow, wicked thing. “Maybe.”
His eyes darkened, his hand tightening in my hair. “Careful.” His voice was a warning, but his cock pulsed in my grip, betraying him. “I like it when you play dirty.”
I stroked him, my fingers barely able to wrap around his girth, my thumb swirling over the sensitive underside of his crown. His breath hitched, his free hand gripping my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” he growled, his voice rough. “And then I’m going to fuck that pretty little legs of yours until you can’t walk.”
A shiver ran through me, my pussy clenching at his words. I stroked him faster, my hand slick with his pre-cum, my thumb pressing against the vein that throbbed along the underside of his cock.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hips rocking into my grip. “Just likethat. Fuck—”
His cock twitched, the head swelling, and then he was coming, his cum spilling over my fingers, hot and thick. I kept stroking, milking every last drop from him, my pussy throbbing with need.
“Enough,” he growled, pulling my hand away. He brought my fingers to his lips, his tongue dragging over them, cleaning me. The sight of it—his mouth on my skin, his dark eyes locked on mine—made my breath catch.
Then he was pushing me onto my back, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance.
He groaned, his cock sliding inside me in one smooth thrust. I cried out, my body stretching around him, my pussy already sensitive from before. He didn’t move at first, just stayed there, buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath mingling with mine.
