"You can," I snarled, my hips snapping forward, burying myself deep. "And you will." My free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her to meet my gaze. "Now, Belle. Now."
Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and desperate, as her body finally gave in. Her cunt clenched around me so tight I saw stars, her back arching off the table as she came with a cry that echoed through the bookstore. "Gideon!"
Fuck. Fuck.
Hearing my name on her lips like that—broken, needy, mine—sent me crashing over the edge right after her. My orgasm hit like a freight train, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, my release spilling into her in hot, thick spurts. I could feel her walls milking me, her body taking every last drop I gave her.
"Fuck, fuck," I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers as my hips stuttered, my cock emptying itself inside her. It was too much—too intense, too right—like every nerve ending in my body was on fire. I could feel her, all of her, her heat, her tightness, the way her cunt clenched around me like she never wanted to let go.
And I didn’t want her to.
I wanted to stay buried inside her forever. Wanted to fill her up so full of me that she’d never forget who she belonged to. Wanted to mark her, claim her, keep her.
Mine.
Finally fucking mine.
My phone vibrated against my hip, the sound jarring in the silence of the bookstore. I cursed under my breath, my cock still buried deep inside Belle, her walls fluttering around me in the aftermath.
Slowly—so fucking slowly it hurt—I pulled out of her. She whimpered at the loss, her body still trembling, and I groaned at the sight of my come threatening to spill out of her swollen cunt.
No.
I grabbed my phone with one hand while the other cupped her pussy, my palm pressing firmly against her entrance. Keeping my seed inside her where it belonged.
"Hello?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.
"Gideon." Hades' voice cut through the line, tense and urgent. "We need you. James is about to get his ass kicked."
I glanced down at Belle—flushed, disheveled, still spread open on the display case like a goddamn offering. My jaw clenched.
"Where?"
"McGinty's. Downtown."
"I'll be there."
I hung up before he could say anything else.
Belle's eyes met mine, wide and unfocused, her chest still heaving. I pressed my hand harder against her pussy, feeling the heat of her, the wetness of us mixed together.
"I need to leave," I said, my voice low. Final.
Her breath hitched.
"I'll be back." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "Keep your pussy filled with my seed, Belle. I'll be back to check."
She made a broken sound—protest or agreement; I didn't know, didn't care.
I straightened, tucking myself back into my pants, my hand lingering one last moment before I forced myself to step away.
Then I left her there.
Breathless.
Ruined.
Mine.
