Before I can comment, she rolls us so she’s on top and I’m beneath her. I can’t say I mind the new position.
I grip her hips and smirk. “You want to ride me, love?”
Instead of answering with words, she reaches behind her and lines my cock up with her entrance. She slowly slides herself onto my length, and we both moan. I arch my hips up and shove all the way in, not giving her a chance to adjust to the intrusion. She doesn’t need me to.
She’s fucking mine. Her body was made for me.
“Holy fuck!” She places her palms on my chest and rides me, her tits bouncing in a way that makes me lose my fucking mind.
I’ll kill for this girl.
Die for her.
The sound of slapping skin fills the room, intermingled with our moans and gasps.
“Yes, Krys, yes. Fuck. Yes. Your cock. Fuck.” She’s so close to her next release that she’s not thinking coherently.
The sight of her sweat-drenched skin, matted blonde hair, and glazed eyes nearly undoes me.
I grip her hips tightly as she leans over me, burying her face in my neck. My cock reaches a new position inside of her, which makes her cries grow even louder. I imagine every single one of my brothers can hear her right now—and are wishing they are the one with her instead.
“Come for me, Thea. Come on my cock.” I swear as my cock spasms inside of her, and Thea explodes with a scream, throwing her head back.
Cum drips down her thighs, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she lowers herself on top of me.
“Fuck, Krys,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms around me.
I’m damn near feral for this girl. The things I want to do to her…
But no. She’s not ready for that yet.
Next time, though.
My cock stiffens at just the thought of my handprints on her rounded ass.
“You’re mine, Thea,” I tell her, both as a promise and a warning. “You’re not leaving me. I won’t let you. I’ll fucking tie you to the bed if that’s what I need to do.”
She doesn’t look scared by my proclamation. If anything, her lips curl up, dark satisfaction in her blue eyes.
“Is that so?”
“That doesn’t scare you?” I question, brushing at a strand of her sweat-soaked hair.
But I already know the answer.
“Would it scare you if I said I felt the exact same?” The confession is almost whispered, like she’s afraid of speaking those words out loud and being rejected.
I kiss her desperately, hungrily, pulling at her bottom lip with my teeth.
Fucking hell, I love the way she looks when she’s flushed and freshly fucked.
“You’re not afraid of me,” I muse, running my fingers down her cheek.
“Of course not.” A wide yawn cracks open her jaw, and her eyelids begin to droop. “You’re Krystian.”
My heart thumps faster.
It’s the first time anyone has referred to me by that name. Everyone wants to believe I’m some separate entity, but that’s not true.
