His movements grew more frantic, harder, deeper, as he chased his pleasure. “That’s right. You’re mine. This sweet pussy is mine. These perfect tits are mine.” He lowered his head to capture one nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
My eyes squeezed shut as a second orgasm built rapidly. “Yours. All yours.”
His fingers moved faster against my clit, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. “Come for me again, baby. I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you come.”
His dirty words, his touch, the feeling of him moving inside me was too much.
The tension that had been building low in my belly exploded and my entire body was rocked as I came harder than ever before.
“Fuck, Mac,” Rage groaned, his movements faltering as my pussy clenched around him. “That’s it, baby. So fucking good.”
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and found his own release, his body tensing above me as he filled me with his cum.
For several moments, we remained locked together, both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. When he finally rolled to the side, he took me with him, keeping us joined as he tucked me against his chest.
“Holy shit,” I panted, unable to find words to describe how much I needed that.
“Yeah,“ he agreed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Holy shit.”
I tilted my head back to look at him, finding his gaze already on me, soft and full of love. “I missed this,” I said simply. “Not just the sex. I missed us.”
His arms tightened around me. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. You’re stuck with me.”
“Promise?” I asked, my voice small.
His expression turned dark as one hand moved to trace the scar on my chest. “You’re mine, baby. Nothing and nobody will ever take you from me again.”
I covered his hand with mine, holding it against my heart. “Good, because I can’t breathe without you.”
A slow possessive smile spread across his face as his eyes dropped to my left hand, where the ring he’d put on my finger glittered in the candlelight. “You belong to me,” he said again, almost to himself.
My heart swelled at his words.
I didn’t care what anyone thought about my man’s possessive ways. He was mine, and I was his.
Rage’s heart belonged to me.
The End.
