I crush my mouth to hers. It’s possessive, demanding. I kiss her slow and deep, pouring my frustration and my hunger into it. I need to mark her.
She makes a soft sound in her throat and melts against me. Her hands slide into my hair, her resistance crumbling.
I want more. I need to feel her skin. I strip the sheet away, baring her to the morning light.
“Tell me you’re staying,” I murmur against her lips.
“I’m staying,” she breathes.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
Her eyes flutter open, warm and hazy with want. “I’m yours, Ben. I’m yours.”
“Good.”
I trail my hand down her body, over the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, savoring the way she shudders under my touch. I part her thighs, settling myself between them, the anticipation pulling every muscle in my body tight.
I don’t rush. I want her to feel this. I want her to remember this when I’m in that ring tonight.
I push into her, slow and thick, stretching her. Tilly cries out, her head falling back against the pillow, her hips lifting instinctively to meet me.
“Look at me,” I grit out.
She opens her eyes, locking onto mine.
“Feel that?” I withdraw almost completely, then drive back in, burying myself to the hilt. “That’s real, Tilly. That’s not the heat of the moment. That’s me, needing you.”
“Ben,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I pick up the pace, the friction sparking a fire that consumes us both. I take her with a steady, rhythmic power, driving intoher again and again, deeper and harder. Every thrust is a claim. Every sound she makes fuels the fire in my blood.
I wrap her legs around my waist, binding us together. I want to be so deep inside her that she can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
“You’re mine,” I groan against her mouth.
“Yours,” she sobs, shattering beneath me.
I feel her clamp down around me, pulsing and tight, and it drags me over the edge. I follow her down, pouring myself into her, grounding myself in the one person who makes the noise stop.
By the time I finish, collapsing against her, the room is heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Tilly is trembling beneath me, her arms locked tight around my back, her heart hammering against mine.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. I stay there for a long time, just breathing her in, letting the peace settle back over me.
Then, my phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Then again.
The noise shatters the silence.
I groan. “Goddammit.”
I reach over and grab the phone, keeping one arm possessively draped over Tilly’s waist.
Koda:Landed an hour ago. Charlotte wanted muffins. We’re at the gate and Reign didn’t give us the new code.
Koda:Why aren’t you answering? You better not be doing anything stupid.
Charlotte:Ignore him, he’s grumpy. We brought blueberry muffins! Elaine wants to see horses!
