"I'M YOURS!" I scream into the Montana night, not caring who might hear, not caring about anything except the feeling of him inside me, claiming me, making good on every promise his body has ever made to mine.
His hand snakes around to rub my clit while he pounds into me from behind, and I'm already so close, have been on the edge since his mouth first touched me. The dual sensations—his cock stretching me open—tight and painful, but also a rush of pleasure I've never experienced before. His fingers work my clit,his teeth biting down on my hip—all of this together pushes me over into oblivion.
I come with a broken sob, my whole body convulsing around him. But he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just keeps fucking me through it until I'm trembling, and oversensitive, and still somehow desperate for more.
"Again," he demands, his fingers still circling my clit even though I'm whimpering from the intensity. "Come again, Savannah. Show me how much you need this cock."
"I can't—too much—Legion, please?—"
"You can." His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back so he can bite down on my neck. "You will. Because you're mine and I own this ass and every orgasm inside you. Nowfucking come for me."
The pain mixed with pleasure as he pounds me, the command in his voice, his fingers, pressing against my clit, the feeling of being completely at his mercy—it all combines into another wave that crashes over me.
I come again, harder this time, my legs shaking and trembling until they actually give out. Only his arm around my waist keeps me upright as he continues to thrust into my spasming body.
"That's it," he groans, his rhythm finally faltering. "Fuck, Savannah?—"
He buries himself deep one last time and, then he pulls out. He spins me around, aims his cock at my face, and comes all over my mouth.
I lick it up like nothing has ever taste so good.
Then he drops to his knees beside me, hands on my face, wiping his come of my lips, and kisses me. He kisses me hard. Almost angry. "I love you," he says. "I love you so fucking much, Savannah. You know that, right? You know that. You have to know that. Whatever we do here, the sex. The dirty talk. That'sall it is, just talk. You're not a fuck toy. You're not a whore. You're…"
But he stops.
Because I'm looking at him.
And I'm suddenly thinking… "What's happening here?"
"What do you mean?"
He knows what I mean. This sex. Oh, it was good. I want to keep going. I want him to fuck me all night long.
But it's… wrong. Not the anal. Not what we did.
Why we're doing it.
He's never wanted to take me in the ass before. Why tonight?
"What happened?" I ask him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Something happened. I liked the sex, Legion. But this was…"
"Incredible," he smiles.
"Yeah, but?—"
"You want it again?"
"Stop changing the subject. What's going on?"
CHAPTER 6
I pull Savannah close, guilt washing through me like flood water. My hands shake as I wrap them around her body, pressing her against my chest where she can feel my heart hammering.
Why did I take her like that? Like I was trying to fuck my way through to something on the other side. Like this might be the last time.
