"More," she gasped. "Eric, more?—"
I grabbed her hip, and her legs released me as I flipped her onto her stomach. She'd always liked how deep I could get this way, the way I'd work her into a frenzy.
Her surprised laugh cut off into a moan as I pressed her down into the mattress, my hand splayed between her shoulder blades.
"You want more?" My voice came out gravelly, dripping with hunger.
"Yes—"
My palm connected with her ass, the crack of skin on skin echoing through the small bedroom. She arched into it, a desperate sound escaping her throat.
"Say it. Say you're mine, and I'll fuck you senseless, princess."
"Yours," she breathed. "I'm yours?—"
Heat surged through my veins. I pulled her hips up, entering her from behind in one thrust that had us both groaning. The angle was devastating, and she dropped her forehead to her crossed arms.
"Look at you." I gripped her hair, pulling her head back just enough to expose the elegant line of her throat. "Perfect."
She clawed at the sheets, pushing back against me with every movement. Her body was taut as a bowstring, trembling on the edge.
I reached around, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves as I drove into her. She cried out, the sound muffled as she bit down on her forearm.
"Don't hide from me." I moved my hand in her to wrap around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her pulse hammered against my palm. "I want to hear everything."
"Eric—" My name came out strangled, desperate. Her inner walls clenched around me, and I felt her climbing higher, teetering on the edge.
This had always undone her, the dominance. She'd said feeling at my mercy and knowing I'd never hurt her was what had done it for her.
I would never hurt her again. Never leave her. She needed to know that.
"That's it, princess. Come for me."
My hand tightened fractionally on her throat, and she shattered. Her body went rigid, then liquid, a broken cry tearing from her lips as she came undone beneath me. The sight of her, the feel of her pulsing around my cock, it dragged me over the edge with her.
I released her throat immediately, gathering her against my chest as we both collapsed onto the mattress. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, chest heaving as aftershocks rolled through her.
"You okay?" I pressed my lips to her shoulder, noting the red marks on her throat where I'd gripped. They'd not leave bruises though, I'd been careful about the pressure in that regard. I always had been.
She was my lover, not something or someone to hurt.
She turned her head, eyes glazed and satisfied. A lazy smile curved her lips.
"More than okay." Her voice was hoarse. "That was?—"
"Rough?"
"Perfect." She shifted onto her side, tracing idle patterns on my chest. "You remembered what I like."
"I remembered everything about you." I caught her hand, bringing it to my lips. "Every sound. Every reaction. The way you bite your lip when you're close. How you need it hard sometimes."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "Four years, and you still know my body better than anyone else ever has."
The admission settled something in my chest. Something possessive and primitive that demanded I keep her, protect her, make sure no one else ever touched her again.
"Good."
"I missed this," she murmured.
