She pulled back, and cocked her head.
“Like yours . . .” Her eyes narrowed, and I could almost see the cogs turning. “No.”
She nuzzled my throat, grazing her teeth against the flesh. Shivers crested down my spine, and my cock reacted, throbbing under her.
She groaned and wiggled her hips. Lust flared to life, but I gritted my teeth, refocusing. There was one question that had been gnawing at me, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer.
“Will you . . . be okay . . . here with me?”
My question was hesitant, abrupt, and drenched with vulnerability. I worked my jaw from side to side. If she wanted to return—No, if that were the case, I would follow her, but what if she no longer wanted me? Fear swelled, and I focused on her staring at me with her head cocked.
“I don’t understand.”
I pressed my lips into a hard line to contain the pleas for her to never let me go. Clearing my throat, I collected myself with a breath.
“What if you want to return to your jungle—without me?”
She mouthed the words after me.
“Without you . . . do you want me to leave?” Her thin eyebrows scrunched together.
“What?” I shook my head. She wasn’t understanding. Anger flared in her eyes, and she rolled to her feet, moving away from me quickly. My throat tightened, and I reached an arm out to grab her.
She shoved off her shorts, eyes slitted as she straddled my waist. She moved too quickly.
With my next inhale, she had me out of my sweats, cock hard and ready for her. Keeping hold of my eyes, she slid onto me until we were flush together. My head tilted back against the couch, a groan ripping from my soul.
The way she fucked had me weak. Her lithe moments and sexy bouncing breasts . . . Fuck, she was hot. She always had me coming like a spout. I drove my hips up, settling my palms on her bare waist to grind her down on me. Condoms weren’t going to be a fucking thing with me and her; I loved the feel of her pussy too much.
If she was pregnant . . . Instead of the usual vise that worked around my throat when I thought of a kid, pride filled my chest. I would do anything to keep her with me. Moaning, I slid my fingers into her hair, yanking her down to my lips.
She kissed me with her rough tongue thrusting into my mouth. A talented tongue that drove my cock crazy. I’d expected the roughness to hurt on my cock, but by fucking God, it felt life changingly good.
Would she ever tire of me?
The invading thought speared through me, causing crippling fear to spawn. I bunched the back of her hair, tugging hard.
“I love you,” I choked out with the slaps of our flesh meeting. Emotion thickened my voice, and pleasure wracked me. Sol blinked a few times, but the roll of her hips didn’t stutter.
I’d never felt so fucking claimed. Fuck, I loved when she got needy like this.
I love her so much.
My heart was close to bursting.
Her channel clamped onto my cock, and she came with a scream. I gritted my teeth, fighting my release. I would own her and show her how I’d please her always.
But I had to tell her in a way she would understand. Letting go of my harsh hold on her hair, I slid my palm behind her neck and brought her close to my lips.
“You’re mine,” I whispered gutturally.
Her eyes widened, and a little dent formed between her eyebrows. Then her face crumpled, and she still struggled to breathe. Her eyes became unfocused. She opened her mouth, but not giving her a moment to speak, I flipped her and filled her from behind until my cock was deep in her slick channel. The wet smack echoed through the living room.
Sol cried out, lifting her shoulders and bucking back into me. I didn’t let her continue, grabbing the back of her neck, forcing her cheek to the couch.
“You’re mine,” I bit out in her ear. Her pussy clamped down on me with hard wrings, forcing me into my release. I shouted, bucking hard while she came on my cock.
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