"You want to mark me too?" I ask.
"I really do."
"Do it."
She sits up and bites my shoulder. Hard. I groan, my cock throbbing in my jeans. She moves to my neck, sucking a bruise there, then another. Her teeth scrape my skin and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
"I love you being possessive, baby."
"Mmmm, I want everyone to know you're mine too," she breathes. "I want them to see and know you're taken."
"Fuck, you’re so perfect."
I push her back down and yank her shorts off. No underwear and she's already wet, already ready for me. I slide two fingers inside her and she arches off the bed with a moan.
"So fucking wet," I say, pumping my fingers. "You like this? Like knowing we're about to kill our names? Start a new life?"
"Yessss…"
"Like knowing this might be the last time we fuck as Dom and Roxy?"
"Don't…don't say that..."
"Why not? It's true." I curl my fingers and she gasps. "Next week we're James and Roxy Brennan. Different people. Different lives."
"Same us," she pants. "Still..fuck…still yours…"
"Damn right you are, my little whore and partner for life."
I pull my fingers out and she whimpers at the loss. I bring them to her mouth.
"Suck."
She opens immediately, taking my fingers in, her tongue swirling around them. The sight of it, her lips wrapped around my fingers, tasting herself, makes me throb.
"Good girl," I murmur, pulling them free. "Now open wider."
She does, and I slide three fingers in this time. She gags slightly but doesn't pull away. Just looks up at me with those big brown eyes, trusting, wanting and completely mine.
I pull my fingers out and undo my jeans with my other hand. My cock springs free and she reaches for it immediately.
"Not yet," I say, catching her wrist. "I want to feel you first."
Opening her legs wide, I line myself up and push inside in one hard thrust. She cries out, her back arching, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets.
"Fuck, Dom…"
"Say my name again."
"Dom, oh shit…."
I pull out and slam back in. She's so tight, so wet, so perfect around me. I can feel every inch of her, the way she clenches and flutters.
"Again."
"Dommm…please…" she whimpers, like she is on the verge of crying.
I set a brutal pace, fast, hard and desperate. The bed frame slams against the wall with each thrust, but I don't care. Let them hear. Let everyone know.
