He’s staking his claim.
And no one owns me.
Not ever.
But my feet stay rooted, everything about him and this moment sinking its claws in.
‘You think you can be a good girl, Stone? Obey my every command?’
I shudder at the promise of it.
Not love. Not romance. Not forever.
Justthis.
This heat.
This hunger.
This reckless promise that if I give him my body, he’ll wreck it beautifully.
‘Youwantthat?’ I say, more helpless than ever.
‘Youwanta baby?’ His voice is like velvet, still teasing against my ear.
‘Yes…’
He eases back, his mouth inching closer, and my own parts, ready, willing, waiting…
What will he taste like?
How will he kiss?
How will it feel to have him buried deep inside me?
And his eyes catch all of it…
The breath I’m holding.
The thighs I’m pressing together.
The way I’m already halfway gone.
‘I wantthis,’ I whisper, realising he needs to hear it as much as I need to admit it.
He stills, eyes burning into mine, one beat, two…
So close, but not close enough.
My glass slips from my hand… He’s taken it from me, set it on the small table. His own discarded beside it. His eyes never once stray. His breaths saw through his nose in fierce, predatory pulls. He swallows up the space between us, heat and muscle towering over me.
‘You know I don’t do gentle, Tay.’
He grips my hip, thrusting me flush against his body, and fire licks across my skin.
‘I’m incapable of soft.’
His other hand slides into my hair, fighting against the pins as he takes hold, tugging hard enough to make me gasp. My eyes water while my body pleads for more.
