I trace the scar near his temple with my fingertip, feeling the rough texture under my touch. His dark eyes soften for a split second, but the hunger doesn't fade. It's there, raw and possessive, as he pulls me closer on the couch.
“I want you. All of you.”
“All of me, huh?” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips, but his voice is thick with desire.
He shifts us in one motion. I’m flat on the rug now, hair splayed around me.
He kneels between my thighs, and hooks my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, exposing my pussy completely.
“Gonna take you right here, love,” he growls.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing the slick folds still sensitive from his mouth. I whimper, arching up, needing more.
“Please,” I breathe, fingers clutching the rug beneath me.
He doesn't make me wait long. With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward, burying half his length inside me in one go. The stretch burns deliciously, my walls clenching around him, still tender from before.
“Fuck, so tight,” he hisses through gritted teeth, holding still for a beat to let me adjust.
His hair is damp with sweat, falling slightly over his forehead. I reach up, tangling my fingers in it, pulling him down for a messy kiss.
Our tongues clash, tasting of me and him, as he rocks his hips, sinking deeper until he's fully seated, balls pressed against my ass.
He starts slowly, each thrust grinding against that spot inside me. His hands roam, one pinning my wrist above my head, the other squeezing my breast, rolling the nipple between rough fingers.
“Harder,” I gasp against his mouth, the plea spilling out unbidden.
The possessiveness in his eyes flares, and he obliges, pounding into me with raw force. The slap of his hips against mine echoes off the walls, his cock dragging along my walls, filling me completely.
He shifts, dropping my legs to wrap them around his waist, leaning over me to cage me in.
His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking hard, teeth nipping as he marks me.
“Mine,” he growls, the word vibrating through my skin.
I cry out, nails raking down his back. The rug burns against my shoulders from the friction, but the pleasure overrides it, building fast in my core.
His pace turns brutal, hips snapping, cock pistoning in and out with wet sounds.
I feel him everywhere, stretching me, hitting deep, the veins pulsing against my inner walls.
“Come on, love, squeeze me,” he demands, free hand slipping between us to thumb my clit, rough circles that make me see stars.
It's too much.
The coil snaps, and I shatter around him, pussy spasming, milking his cock as I scream, body convulsing on the rug.
He follows with a roar, thrusting deep one last time, cock throbbing as hot jets flood my pussy, spilling out around us onto the fibers below.
We collapse in a tangle, his weight pressing me into the rug, but he rolls us so I'm on top, arms banded around my back.
His lips find mine in a soft kiss, tender now, the storm easing.
“You're mine,” he whispers, hand stroking my hair.
“Always.” I nod, burying my face in his neck, feeling utterly claimed, protected, and whole.
Epilogue
