Her breath catches, and her eyes go soft. "Kasen..."
I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing whatever she was about to say. Not because I'm afraid of it, but because right now I need to show her rather than hear it. Words are her weapon, not mine. I speak better with my hands, my mouth, my body claiming hers until there's no question what this is between us.
I’ll remind her as many times as it takes to stick.
I work my way down slowly, lingering at her tits that are big and sensitive and fuckingedible.I can’t wait to suck on them when her milk comes in and at the thought ofthat,my dick jerks. She writhes underneath me, her hands fisted in the sheets, little gasps and moans coming out of her with every touch.
"Please," she begs when I reach the curve of her belly, placing reverent kisses along the stretched skin. "Stop teasing."
"Not teasing," I murmur against her. "Appreciating."
I continue my path downward, settling between her thighs, breathing in the scent of her sweet pussy. When I finally taste her, she nearly comes off the bed, her back arching as a broken cry falls from her lips.
"Fuck, you're wet," I growl against her, addicted to the way she tastes, to the way she moves against my mouth. "So fucking wet for me."
"Only for you," she gasps, her hands finding my hair, tugging until it hurts.
Those words light something primal in me. I devour her like I haven’t eaten in a week, working her with my tongue and fingers until she's shaking, hovering on the edge of release.
Just before she comes, I pull back, earning a frustrated growl. "Not yet," I tell her, tearing my own clothes off. "I want to be inside you when you come."
"Then hurry the fuck up," she demands, eyes wild, hair a pink mess around her pretty face.
I don't need to be told twice. I position myself over her, careful not to put weight on her stomach, and slide into her in one long, slow thrust that makes us both groan.
"Christ, it's like you were built for me," I say through gritted teeth, my control hanging by a thread. "The way you take me, like your body remembers mine and welcomes me home every time."
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move, Kasen. I need you to move."
I look down at her pink hair wild against my sheets, those eyes glazed, the way her pussy’s stretched around me, and I lose my goddamn mind. I pull almost completely out before slamming back in, watching her mouth fall open as she screams.
"You fucking wreck me," I growl, establishing a rhythm that borders on punishing. "Every goddamn time, Pink. You know that?" I grip her hip hard enough to bruise, using it to angle her exactly how I want her, so I’m bottoming out and hitting her clit with every thrust. "Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody else gets to hear the sounds you make when I'm deep inside you."
Her nails rake down my sides, leaving trails of fire I'll feel tomorrow every time my shirt rubs against them. Good. I want the reminder.
"Tell me who you belong to," I demand, voice rough as gravel.
Her eyes lock with mine, defiant to the damn end. "Make me," she challenges, shifting her hips to take me deeper.
Something dark and possessive roars to life inside me. I lean down, teeth scraping her throat where my mark from last night still blooms purple against her skin. "I'm going to fuck you so good you forget every man who came before me," I promise against her pulse, feeling it race under my lips. "There will never be anyone for you but me."
I change my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her thighs tremble. "Now come around my cock like the good girl you pretend not to be."
She does, her pussy clenching and pulling me deeper inside her body. My name’s torn from her lips in a cry that I'll hear in my dreams for years to come. I follow right behind her, unable tohold back when she's squeezing me like that, when she's looking at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.
We collapse together afterward, and I roll her to the side so I don’t crush her belly. My body’s wrapped around hers and I’m still inside her and I can’t bring myself to put even an inch between us.
I press my face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo now mixed with sweat and sex and us. My fingers trace idle patterns on her shoulder, following that familiar constellation of freckles I've mapped a hundred times before.
For a long time, we just lay there in silence. Her breathing evens out, and I wonder if she's fallen asleep until she shifts against me.
"What were you working on earlier?" she asks, her voice still rough from screaming my name. "In your office. Before I interrupted you."
I consider blowing off the question. It's one thing to fuck her until she’s incoherent, to mark her body as mine. It's another to hand over something I've created, something that shows exactly how deep this goes for me.
But what's the fucking point of hiding now? She's already seen me at my most raw.
"Don't move," I tell her, dropping a quick, hard kiss on her mouth before I slide out of her and then the bed.
