A growl comes out of me that’s more beast than human. My balls ache as my cock flexes, rutting more deep thrusts inside her, ensuring that my cum goes deep inside, not one drop wasted.
Pulling out at this point is not an option. My release belongs nowhere but inside this girl.
Her expression shifts, and her eyes lock on to mine.
She feels the warmth spreading, and the full realization of what I’ve just done hits her. Her lips tremble, and she whispers, “Oh my God. I can feel it!”
I’ll remember those words forever.
We breathe deeply together as I slump down onto her. I don’t know how long I stay in her, my cock still hard, but once I finally pull out, my release spills out from between her legs and drips onto the couch cushions.
I look down and watch with a possessiveness that shocks me. It’s savage. All-encompassing.
I did that, I think, watching my white release drip from her pretty pink pussy. The thought of my cum still in her body while she sleeps beside me makes my cock twitch.
She’s shaking. Not from the cold but from the aftermath. I cradle her in my arms, thinking about how every nerve ending in her body is right now rewiring itself.
I stroke her hair, placing gentle kisses up and down her neck. My arms lock around her, holding her tighter than I’ve ever held anything.
“You’reminenow, Hazel.” My voice is tired but strong. I may have transformed her, but this girl has changed me too. “No one else will have you.Ever.”
She nods quickly, her eyes wide and submissive. “Yes, sir.”
We lie together on the couch, dozing in and out, until the sun fully sets. Then I lift her in my arms and carry her up to the bedroom.
No woman has ever spent the night here. And I doubt Hazel fully realizes what me taking her here means.
But she will.
She’s never going back to her apartment. She’s mine.Mine.
7
HAZEL
I wakeup in a bed that’s not mine. A bed that costs more than most people’s yearly salary.
How do I know this? Well, because the sheets feel like warm water. Not cotton or linen or even silk. It’s like lying in the bath and just drifting off into heaven.
I roll over and bury my face in the pillow and make a sound that sounds like a kitten purring. Then I feel the soreness between my legs, and everything from last night comes flooding back.
His hands, the couch, the incredible stretch when he pushed inside me for the first time…
…so thick. Relentless. Splitting me open while I begged for more.
The way he called me angel…
I squish my thighs together, relishing the delicious ache.
Dominic’s side of the bed is empty but still warm. The sheets smell just like him. I close my eyes and inhale.
God, I could live in this smell.
I sit up. His penthouse is enormous. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out at the skyline. Morning sunlight cuts acrossthe hardwood floors. Everything is minimalist and expensive but not in that sterile kind of way. The kind that feels clean and precise. The kind I could see myself calling home.
There’s a coffee cup on the nightstand. I pick it up, cradling the warmth in my hands. On the sleeve, in blocky, man’s handwriting, is a smiley face.
My heart twitches. I smile.
