He lifted her into his arms, and she gasped as her back met the soft bed covers. He followed, trapping her body under his own.
His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of her body and gripping at them.
“I want to leave marks,” he said, pulling the side of her dress down and exposing her chest to him. “I want to claim you.”
“I am already yours,” she whimpered as he bit down the side of her neck. Rachel was sure that would leave a mark, but right now, she did not care for the optics.
She wanted to be claimed by him as well.
Simon groaned low in his throat at her words, his mouth trailing hot, open kisses down the line of her neck.
“Then you’ll lie here,” he said, his voice rough, “and you’ll let me remind you what it means to belong to me.”
His hands gripped her hips firmly as he pulled the rest of her dress down, his body settling between her thighs.
“Keep your hands right there,” he ordered when she reached for him. “You’ll touch me when I say you can.”
The breath caught in Rachel’s throat. Her skin was flushed, but all she could do was nod.
“Good girl,” Simon praised. “Now be still for me.”
He lowered his head to her chest, his mouth covering one sensitive peak while his thumb brushed the other. Rachel cried out softly.
“Simon—”
“I said be still,” he growled, lifting his head just long enough to meet her eyes. “You’ll come apart when I say. Not a moment before. You’re mine, Rachel,” he murmured against her skin.
“Take me,” she whimpered.
“Spread your legs for me.”
It was such a primal request. Rachel obeyed right away.
“Good.” His tone was pleased, and she realized just how badly she wanted to please him. “You obey so sweetly. Look at you.”
“I—I,” she tried to speak, but words had seemingly failed her.
“Tonight, you don’t get to think,” he whispered. “You don’t get to move. You don’t even speak unless I tell you to.”
She moaned, but he silenced her with a finger pressed to her lips.
“What did I just say?”
“Not unless you tell me to.”
“That’s right.”
He kissed her hard then, gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head. His clothes came off next, and he positioned himself between her legs.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…” There was no softness in his voice anymore. “… and I will make sure that you remember this. Every time you lie in this bed, you will remember that you are mine.”
She moaned, her hips shifting beneath him, and he growled low in his throat.
“Stay still,” he reminded her, nipping at her collarbone, “unless you want to be punished.”
If this was how he was acting now, she shuddered to think what punishment would entail.
She gasped as he finally thrust into her. There was no gentleness to his actions now. He was not building her up to it but just giving her what she needed.
