“You’re here now,” I answer, dragging one hand up her back until my palm rests between her shoulder blades. “And no one touches what’s mine.”
Her breath hitches again, but this time it’s not fear. She leans in, kissing me deeper—hungrier. Her body grinds against me in the water, and I pull her down hard as I feel myself swelling in response to her instigation.
"I love you," she whispers into my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
"I know," I say, unable to hide the possessive undertone in my voice. This woman is mine, and I'll do anything to keep her safe.
She smiles against my neck, her lips brushing against my skin. "I don't deserve you."
"You deserve better than me," I say, grazing her stomach gently with my fingertips. "But you're stuck with me anyway." Her laughter ripples through the room, mingling with the sound of the water sloshing in the tub. It's a sound I could listen to forever—her carefree laughter. She shifts in my lap, water cascading over the edge of the tub as her hips rock into mine. The laughter fades, replaced by a soft moan as she feels how hard I am beneath her.
"I'm yours, Salvatore," she whispers, her eyes dark with desire and something else—trust. "And I don’t want to leave you again."
Her words fuel the fire inside me, stoking the flames of my need for her. I kiss her again, harder this time, claiming her lips as my own. My hands roam over her body, memorizing every curve, every dip and swell. She's mine now, and I won't let her go without a fight.
I lift her slightly, just enough to position myself at her entrance. Her breath catches as the tip of my cock slides against her, teasing the place where she’s already wet and ready.
“Now,” she whispers. “I want to feel it rip me open.”
I push into her slowly, inch by inch, watching her mouth fall open as I fill her. Her fingers grip my shoulders, nails digging in as she takes all of me. The water shifts around us, heat folding into heat.
Her inner walls clench around me and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to slam into her repeatedly. Instead, Ikiss her—deep, possessive kisses that leave both of us breathless. Slowly, I begin to move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in again, setting a leisurely pace.
She whimpers into my mouth, rolling her hips to meet every thrust. “Harder,” she begs. “Stop being gentle and just fuck me.”
I grab her ass with both hands and slam her down onto my cock. The sound of her slick cunt meeting my skin echoes off the marble.
“You want to be used?” I grunt, driving up into her, harder now. “You want to be stretched open and filled until you can’t fucking breathe?”
“Yes—fuck, yes.” Her head falls back as I pound into her, water splashing out with every snap of my hips. “God, Salvatore, don’t stop.”
I growl in response, thrusting even harder into her tight channel. Her nails score my shoulders, but all I can think about is claiming her, marking her as mine.
“Touch yourself,” I order, voice rough. “Rub your clit while I fuck you.”
She obeys instantly, one hand sliding between us, fingers working fast. Her pussy tightens around me, squeezing with every brutal thrust.
“Salvatore, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it,” I snarl. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
She shatters in my arms, legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm tears through her. I keep fucking her through it, relentless, chasing mine.
A searing rapture builds in my core, coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful stroke. My orgasm is a white-hot explosion, tearing through me as I thrust deep inside her, claiming her as mine. I slam so deep she jerks forward, and I spill inside her with a growl—filling her, owning every inch. Her name on my lips is the only sound in my universe as sheconvulses around me, her pussy milking my cock with the force of her climax.
She collapses against me, panting, her body trembling as I hold her tightly in the cooling water. My heart slams against my ribs. Her cheek presses to mine, skin slick, breath warm.
“I feel you everywhere,” she whispers.
“You were made to,” I murmur, lips brushing her jaw.
We stay like that, tangled and spent, water lapping at our shoulders.
“You’re mine now,” I say, voice low. “No one touches you. No one fucking takes you from me.”
She lifts her head and looks at me directly. Her pupils are still blown, her breathing still uneven, but her voice holds steady. “Then make sure no one ever tries.”
I run my hand down the length of her spine, anchoring her to me.
