Page 92 of Possessive Ink

“That’s amazing, bro. Fingers crossed you like them,” I tell him, not wanting to make too much of a big deal about it.

Felix shrugs like it’s nothing, even though it’s the first time he’s wanted to try anything new in literally years.

As he climbs out and disappears inside the warehouse, I circle the car to the passenger door and open it, unclipping Lemon and lifting her into my arms. “I can’t believe that,” I say, pressing a hard, fast kiss to her lips.

“What?” she asks.

“Felix asked to try something new. No, more than that. He asked Marcus to find sheets that felt like your pajamas,” I tell her.

“I don’t understand,” she says.

“My brother has been sleeping on the same brand of Target sheets his entire life. I buy them twenty sets at a time because I’m worried they’ll change something about them, and he’ll never sleep again. He hates change. He likes things to stay the same, but after he felt your silk pajamas, he asked to try something new, and now he’s sleeping with silk sheets on his bed tonight.”

“What if he hates them?” she asks carefully.

I shrug. “Then he hates them. It’s the trying that’s the important thing. I don’t know if it’s this place, or you, or what, but it’s insane, and I just…I love you, Lemon.”

“You love me because your brother is trying new sheets?” she teases with a soft smile.

“Yes. But not just for that reason. I’ve fallen for you, Princess. You’re everything I’ve been searching for and more. I love you so damn much, and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“I love you too,” she whispers back, like she’s not sure she should even say the words out loud. “It’s too fast, and it’s crazy, but I love you, and I can’t wait to marry you either.”

Finding her lips with mine, I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then I carry her upstairs and into our room.

The moment the door is closed behind us, I unzip her dress, forcing myself to go slow so I don’t rip her pretty outfit. The moment it’s off her, I give up on my pretense of civility and shove her panties and bra off, completely uncaring if I damage the delicate mesh fabric.

When she’s naked, I pause for a moment to take her in.

“Kneel for me, Princess,” I whisper, glancing down at the rug beneath our feet.

Licking her lips, she sinks slowly to the floor, then tips her head back so she can look up at me.

“Fuck, I love you,” I tell her. “After this first time, I’m going to worship you like you deserve, but I need you too much right now to be able to go slow.”

“I don’t need slow. I just need you,” she says, her gaze heating as she watches me strip out of my clothes until my hard dick is free and dripping precum from the head.

Taking a slow, deep breath, I force myself to calm down. Despite my desperation, I refuse to rush this. Instead, I run my palm over Lemon’s hair, allowing my fingers to slide down her jaw and cup her chin. Tilting her head back, I stare down at her, rubbing my thumb over her full lower lip before I push it into her mouth.

Like the fucking princess that she is, Lemon sucks on my thumb, and my balls clench tight. “Fuck,” I rasp. Ripping my thumb free, I hook it beneath her collar and tug gently. “Up, Princess.”

Slowly rising to her feet, Lemon’s hooded eyes stay fixed on me, waiting for me to tell her what to do. She’s fucking perfect. “On the bed, face down, ass up,” I order, watching as she lifts her knee and crawls onto the mattress.

Positioning herself in the middle of the bed, she does exactly as I ask, lowering herself to her elbows, her ass still high in the air, her perfect pussy glistening with arousal. “So fucking perfect,” I praise.

Crawling onto the bed behind her, I palm her ass cheeks, exploring the creamy skin before I lift one hand, then bring it back down hard, spanking her.

“Oh god,” she moans, turning her head to look back at me.

“Not god,” I chide her.

“Sir,” she pants as I spank her other cheek, leaving behind a matching red palm print on her ass.

Cupping her pussy, I feel the wet heat of her soaking my skin, and I lose it. Pushing two fingers into her cunt, I work them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her while her arousal coats my hand and her inner thighs.

“Atticus, Sir,” she whines, pushing her ass toward me and searching for more.

Gritting my teeth, I pump my fingers in and out of her, preparing her for me. Once I feel her cunt start to ripple around my fingers, I slip them free and palm my cock, guiding it to her entrance. Pushing the head inside, I pause, watching her body stretching wide to accept me.