Page 26 of Staking His Claim
We both gasped at the sublime sensation.
“Did you remember that verbatim?” he enquired huskily as he pulled me back and forth, back and forth, over his cock.
I gasped again when his crown brushed a particularly sensitized spot that made me see stars. “Pretty much.”
“Fuck, I love your brain.” He bounced me over his dick for several minutes, then pinned me still. I whimpered and pouted, but he didn’t move. “And what does it say about couples who’re married?”
My brain wanted to splinter with the pleasure rushing through me, but I forced myself to think. To remember. “Nothing much. Only about if their relationship breaks down. Then they’re o-o-obligated to use outside counsel to represent them to prevent conflict of interest issues.” I stretched my hands behind me, planted them on his knees and attempted to fuck myself on his dick.
He countered my cheekiness by pinching my clit.Hard.
“Stop that. We’re not done talking.”
I moaned in frustration, then squeezed my muscles until he hissed and cursed.
“Emily,” he warned.
I relaxed, barely, and he released the pinch.
After a few labored breaths he said, “Well, that’s irrelevant to us because we’re never breaking up. I would say I’ll die before I let you go, but even after death I’m keeping you. You’re mine in this life and how many afterlives we’re granted.” He thrust hard into me as if ramming his words home, and my breath was snatched clean from my lungs.
“God, when you say things like that, I?—”
“Gush like a faucet around my cock? I know. I felt that.”
I slapped his shoulder weakly. “No, I…I was going to say I love you more.”
“Nothing’s stopping you from doing both, Emily Knight.” His laugh was a little strained. “I see I made you wetter.”
“I can’t help it,” I wailed, my eyes locked on his, unable to look away as I confessed, “I’ve called myself Emily Knight only in my dreams. To hear you say it… You’re making my dreams come true, Fletcher,” I cried, overcome with so much love.
His eyes turned black and his grip punishing on my hips. “Oh fuck. You know how to turn a guy inside out for you, don’t you?”
I shook my head. “Not any guy. You, Fletcher. Only you.”
Words fell away then. Only the sounds of our gasps, feral hisses and finally, ecstatic screams filled our private space as our pleasure hit its sublime zenith.
Our bodies were wonderfully sore and sweat-sheened when we caught our breaths.
My eyes remained shut as Fletcher rose and walked us back to bed, settled between my legs with his elbows up on either side of me.
I felt the force of his stare on my face for a moment before he shifted.
A second later, he captured my left hand in his. I smiled tiredly as he dropped a kiss on the back of my hand and on my knuckles.
I knew the look in his eyes would be feral and possessive on the ring he placed on my finger, and I let that wild, unhinged sensation move through me.
Would it be wild if I broke with tradition and used the rest of Grandpa’s inheritance to get him an engagement ring too? Let the thirsty women out there know he was now officially off-limits?
“I see that gorgeous brain working. What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I was thinking about getting you an engagement ring.” I opened my eyes to gauge his reaction. “Stake my own claim.”
A wide, pleased smile curved his lips. “And I would wear it, proudly. But since we’re getting married in a couple of weeks?—”
“What? A couple of weeks?”
His smile evaporated at my shrill tone. Then his eyes narrowed. “The next words out of your mouth better be something I want to hear, baby,” he warned silkily.
