He rose slowly, sliding his body between my legs, cock hard and thick against my stomach. His mouth found mine and I tasted myself on him—salty, intimate, filthy. The kiss was deep and claiming, his tongue stroking mine like he was still inside me.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine, wild and unguarded.
"Turn around," he said, voice rough. "Hands on the dresser. Hold tight."
I didn't hesitate. Slid off the edge, turned, bent forward, palms flat on the wood. My ass tilted up instinctively, offering myself to him.
Behind me, I heard his breath catch.
Then his hand was on my lower back, sliding up my spine, possessive and reverent. He gathered my hair, pulling it over one shoulder, and pressed his mouth to the nape of my neck. Kissed me there, open-mouthed and slow, teeth grazing skin.
"You have no idea," he murmured against my skin, voice shaking with restraint, "how many times I've imagined this. You like this. Bent over for me. Mine."
The word mine rolled through me like thunder.
I felt the thick head of his cock slide between my thighs, coating himself in how wet he'd made me.
Then one slow, deliberate thrust and he was inside me.
"Fuck—Drogo—"
He was big. Thick. Stretching me so completely I couldn't breathe for a second. I'd felt him in my hand before—years of accidental morning wood, sleep touches—but this? This was different. This was him filling me, claiming me, ruining me for anyone else. And now, I had no idea how I could take him. He would split me open. I pressed my palm on his thigh almost by instinct. He grabbed my hand and with his other slapped my ass hard. So hard I almost fell on the side. Fuck, the sensation was amazing. “Hit me again.” I managed and he did. Harder. I moaned. He kicked my leg to the side and the head of his dick started pressing me again. Stretching me. I screamed.
“Don’t resist me.” He slapped my ass again and I moaned hard pushing my ass to him. “Open your legs, Alena.”
He pulled back and drove in again, deeper, harder as he fisted my hair hard.
The sound he made—half groan, half growl—was pure animal. His hips snapped forward, relentless, each thrust lifting me onto my toes. One arm banded across my chest, palm splayed over my racing heart, holding me against him. Then it went lower on my left breast and he grabbed it hard pulling from there to him.
I moaned, shameless, the sound echoing off the walls. My fingers clawed at the dresser for leverage as he fucked me harder, faster, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.
"Say it," he growled, voice breaking. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasped. "Yours—only yours—"
"Damn right," he breathed. "No one else gets this. No one else gets you. Ever."
I couldn't answer. Could only cry out his name again and again as he pounded into me, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
"Say it" he almost roared and slapped my ass hard. I moaned and screamed hard. Fuck, that was wonderful. I wanted more. The way he fucked me was so primal so….
“No one! – Ah- harder- Ah- Only… only you! Fuck!”
My second orgasm built fast, coiling tight and hot.
Then suddenly he pulled out.
I whimpered at the loss, but before I could protest, his hands were on my hips, spinning me, lifting me. He carried me the few steps to my bed and threw me down onto the mattress.
"On your back," he commanded, voice rough. "Legs open. I want to see your face when you come on my cock."
I obeyed, spreading wide, and he climbed over me, cock in hand, guiding himself back inside in one hard thrust.
This angle—fuck, this angle.
Deeper. Fuller. His weight pressing me into the mattress, his face inches from mine, eyes locked as he fucked me slow and deep.
His mouth dropped to my breast, lips closing around my nipple. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the peak in time with his thrusts, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation—his cock dragging inside me, his mouth devouring my breast—sent fire racing through every nerve.
