"I know." My forehead presses against hers. I can’t breathe. I need us to stop talking. I need?—
"That's not how relationships work. You can't just—claim someone. You can't just?—"
I kiss her again, and this time there's no gentleness, only need and desperation, and the overwhelming desire to make her understand that she belongs to me now.
She arches against me as I kiss her, her breathing coming faster, and I find the hem of her shirt, the button of her jeans. I start to pull off her clothes, my hands seeking out skin, and I grab the back of my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. I need to feel her skin against mine. I need to feelher.
I keep waiting for her to stop me, but I can feel her getting lost in it, too. My cock is aching now, pressing against my fly, straining to get out, and I reach for my belt, undoing my jeans with frantic movements.
Her legs wrap around mine. Her back arches, her breasts, still covered in her thin cotton bra, pressing against my chest. I can’t stop kissing her long enough to take her bra off, and I need to get inside of her. It feels like a living, building thing inside of me, a pressure waiting to explode.
I yank her panties down with one hand as I free my cock, and I feel it press against her stomach as I slide my fingers between her folds.
"Tell me you want this.” She’s already wet. I have my answer, soaking my fingertips, but I want to hear it. She whimpers, her mouth brushing against mine again.
“Romeo—”
I want to make her come first, but I can’t wait. I slide my fingers through her folds, back and forth, and her hips roll against my hand.
She gasps my name again, and I reach down without thinking, grasping my cock. I angle myself against her, then slide inside her, and I let out a sharp gasp as I feel her wrap around me, wet and hot and tight against my bare, straining flesh. She must still be sore, still adjusting to having someone inside her, but she takes me eagerly, wrapping her legs around my waist.
It feels so fucking good. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good. I push deeper, burying my face in her neck, the sensation burning through me. I could come right fucking now from how good she feels, and I slide my hand between us, desperate to feel her come on my cock again. I need her. I need her to show me howmineshe is.
Her clit is swollen against my fingertips, pulsing with heat. I roll my fingers over it, feeling her arch upward, hearing her moan, my cock thrusting rhythmically into her as I feel her pleasure build.
“You’re mine,” I whisper against her throat. “Your pussy, your orgasms, they’re mine, too. You don’t come for anyone but me. You think of me when you make yourself come. You imagine me filling you up when you touch yourself.”
She whimpers, writhing against me, her hips bucking as I push her closer to the edge. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, and I thrust deeper, harder, claiming her with every movement.
"I'll never let you go," I tell her, my voice rough with emotion. "Never. You understand? You're mine now. Forever."
I slam into her with that last word, fingers working her clit frantically, and I feel her bow upwards, her mouth falling open.
“Don’t stop—Romeo, please!” She cries out, and I don't. I can't. I'm lost in her, in the sensation of her body wrappedaround mine, in the knowledge that I'm inside her again, that I'm?—
I feel the moment she falls over the edge. Her pussy clenches around me, so fucking tight it almost hurts, pleasure rolling down my spine in an unstoppable wave as I feel her come on my cock. “Oh, fuck?—”
I groan her name, thrusting into her as she comes. “I can’t…fuck, I’m going to come, I’m going to fill you up. I'm going to?—"
And just like last night, the thought of it—my cum inside her, the possibility of binding her to me permanently—is overwhelming. I come with a force that feels like it's tearing me apart, spilling inside her, marking her, claiming her. I fuck her as I come, thrusting as I shove my cum deeper with every spurt, feeling her tremble and shake around me as the pleasure rolls through my body.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
When I finally collapse beside her, both of us breathing hard, I pull her against my chest, unable to let her go even now, in the aftermath. I’ve never wanted to linger before, never held a woman after sex, but I don’t want to let Savannah leave my arms.
"Stay with me," I murmur into her hair. "Don't go back to him. Stay with me."
I feel her exhale, long and slow. "I don't know if I can."
I hold her tighter, the stolen pill still in my pocket, knowing that I've just crossed a line I can never uncross.
But I don't regret it. I'd do it again. And again. And again.
Because she's mine now. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep her.
—
Much later,back in my own bed in my penthouse, I lie awake staring at the ceiling.
