More whimpering, more little sounds that turn me into an animal. I growl as I start to buck my hips, ramming into her over and over.
That smooth skin, I can’t stop sucking her into my mouth.
As long as I leave marks.
As long as I brand her as mine.
I’ll do just that.
“Can’t get enough of you.” With every stroke of my cock, I tell her I want her. I own her. She’s my woman, always has been. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Going to stay buried inside you for days. Make up for the time we lost.”
She nods, and I thrust harder in response.
Sex, this kind of sex, goes far deeper than hips connecting. Deeper than my dick sinking into her heat.
It’s everything.
“It might take a while for you to accept me. But hate me, love me, I don’t”—I bottom out, being rough, like I’m binding us withmy cock—“fucking”—soon, she’ll be having our babies—“care. I said it before, and I’ll say it a million times.”
I slide a hand to her clit, rubbing, pinching, stroking.
“You, Elowyn Faye Montgomery, are mine.”
Asmineleaves my mouth, Elowyn’s orgasm crashes over her. She screams through the gag, clenching and unclenching around my cock.
“That’s it, milk me, just like that.” My hips ramming into Elowyn without an ounce of mercy. As hard and as fast as I want her. “Going to come inside you for being such a good girl. Going to fuck babies into that pussy. God—fuck.”
I groan as my climax drains out of me. My breath is labored, my body shuddering, but I don’t let go. I whispermineandlittle moon, emptying more of myself into her, making sure she takes in every drop of my cum.
After I’m done, I pull out and help Elowyn until we’re both standing next to the pedestal, my arms wrapped around her.
Flushed, gagged, and beautiful, she stares up at me. Just staring, not even trying to remove the ribbon or talk around it.
If she needs time to let the information settle in, fine. I’m willing to give her twenty-four hours to get comfortable with the idea. Nothing more.
“Hold on to me,” I order, voice gentle yet firm. She does, gingerly placing her hands on my shoulders. “That’s it. Now. Did you hear me?” I untie the ribbon that I used to gag her, stuffing it into my jeans before tucking myself in. “Heard what I did?”
“Yes.” Her gray eyes appear silver in the light of day. “I heard you.”
“Good.” I brush a lock of hair behind her ear. I hate this, that she’s still closed off, impossible to read. I understand it too. “I’ll walk you to your room, then. You can rest. Tomorrow, we’ll talk again.”
I’m waiting to hearokayor evenlet’s go.
Instead, Elowyn’s face reddens.
Her lips pinch right before she hisses, “No more, Duncan. No fucking more.”
20
ELOWYN
Other than the kitchen, the house was dark, as it usually was at this hour.
While I was supposed to be in bed, I couldn’t. Ever since my parents became Duncan’s guardians, I could hardly sleep at all.
Every night, I’d toss and turn for hours. Even if Barclay made me cry, I’d be up in bed, thinking about Duncan. Wondering.
What was he doing?
