I scream his name as the orgasm crashes over me, my body clenching around him, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me shaking and boneless.
"Fuck, yes," Shadow groans, his rhythm faltering. "Squeezing me so tight. Gonna—fuck?—"
He buries himself deep one last time and I feel him pulse inside me, feel the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside out.
We stay like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, our bodies still joined.
"Mine," he murmurs against my neck, pressing kisses to the marks he left. "You're mine now, Grace. No taking it back."
"I don't want to take it back," I whisper.
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes softer now but no less possessive. "Good. Because I meant what I said. I'm keeping you."
He helps me down carefully, my legs shaky, and I feel him slide out of me.
I'm immediately aware of the wetness between my thighs, the evidence of what we just did.
Shadow's watching me with dark, satisfied eyes. "Don't clean up," he says. "I want you to drive home with me dripping down your thighs. Want you to remember who you belong to."
My cheeks flush but I nod.
He helps me back into my jeans—there's no point in the panties, they're destroyed—and hands me my tank top. While I dress, he fixes his own clothes, tucking himself back in, fastening his belt.
When we're both somewhat presentable, he pulls me close for another kiss.
This one is slower, deeper, almost tender.
"This is just the beginning," he says against my lips. "Next time, I'm taking you in a bed. Gonna see all of you. Gonna take my time making you scream."
"When?" The word comes out breathless.
"Soon." He traces the bite mark on my shoulder. "When I decide you're ready for everything I want to do to you."
A shiver runs through me. "Shadow?—"
"Go home, Grace. Get some sleep. Dream about me."
"I don't think I can sleep."
He grins, that dangerous, wicked grin that makes my stomach flip. "Good. I want you lying in bed, feeling where I was, wanting more. Because you're mine now, darlin'. And I take care of what's mine."
One more kiss, and then he's helping me into my truck.
I drive away with his eyes on me the whole time, watching me go.
The drive home feels like I'm floating.
My body is humming, alive in a way it hasn't been in years.
I can feel him between my thighs, slick and claiming, and every time I shift in the seat I'm reminded of what we just did.
What I just let him do to me.
What I wanted him to do to me.
When I pull up to my cabin, Charlie's waiting by the window, her tail wagging.
I walk inside on shaky legs and lock the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment.
