He pulls back and thrusts forward with more force than I was expecting. My body jolts beneath him and as he plunges deep inside me.
He is hesitant, I can tell, not wanting to hurt me.
“Again,” I plead, clawing at him.
He thrusts hard again, growling with pleasure.
“Do whatever you want to me,” I whisper.
The words seem to push him over the edge. His body shudders, and his eyes grow dark, piercing into me.
“Not this time, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will claim you fully,” he mutters, his breath hot against my lips.
Kristopher begins to fuck me. No longer moving with careful precision, he starts slamming into me. At first, there is a hint of pain, but only for a moment before pure bliss envelops me. He moves faster, pushing deeper, his cock stretching me open and forcing its way inside my pussy.
Ecstasy. My body is screaming, and my lips are parted as I gasp and moan with each movement.
He wraps his arm beneath my lower back and lifts me slightly, and the pleasure doubles as he reaches even deeper inside me.
My body begins to shake, my legs, my arms, my breathing erratic and desperate.
Sensations I never imagined I could feel shot through me like a current, pouring from his body into mine.
It rushes up on me, the orgasm, more intense than I’ve ever felt at my own hand, more intense than a touch. This is everything. This is a connection so intimately deep that it touches my soul.
My pussy locks over his cock. Perspiration glitters on my skin. I don’t recognize my own voice when I call out his name.
I am his.
In this moment, I belong to him, and in my heart, the knowledge pulses. I will never belong to anyone else. No matter what happens, no matter if this is real or not. It’s real to me.
The orgasm steals me away as pleasure shoots through my entire consciousness.
His cock goes impossibly harder, growing bigger inside me, and for a second it seems as though he will tear me apart. He groans and pushes forward, his hand around the back of my neck, gripping tighter as his body tenses. I feel his cock as it pours his pleasure inside me, throbbing and shooting hot come into me.
He lies over me, our hearts synced as they beat against each other.
It’s like he’s marked his territory inside me.
I want to be his.
I want him to own me.
I want him to claim me.
But as the intensity of this moment slips away and reality slowly seeps back into the bedroom, a flicker of warning in my mind tells me this was just sex. To me, no, but to him…this was just sex. Something physical. He doesn’t want me that way. I can’t let myself be so naive.
But when Kristopher looks at me, his gray eyes still dark, still piercing, and he rolls over, pulling me with him and holding me as though I were his entire world and he wants to keep me safe….how could I not allow myself to believe it was as real as it felt?
I fall asleep in his arms, promising myself that while I will let this dream play out tonight, tomorrow I must return to reality. I must control my heart.
In the morning, he is still holding me tightly. Every inch of me is tangled with every inch of him, his naked body soaking warmth and safety into mine. I wiggle, rolling to face him, and inhis sleep, he grumbles and pulls me closer as though he thought I was trying to move away.
A smile drifts over my face as I study his.
He’s too beautiful for words. The outline of his jaw, the sharp, masculine shape of his features, his dark lashes, and his full lips.
My heart clenches.
