Page 15 of Owned By My Stalker (You'll Be Mine)

Frost unzips his fly with a jerky tug, freeing his hard cock. He pushes the broad head at my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely breach my aching pussy.

I writhe against him, nails scoring his warm skin. “Please, baby. Don’t tease. I need you inside me, need to feel you.”

With a low snarl, he complies. One hard, deep stroke has him seated to the hilt, stretching me deliciously around his thick girth. I cry out at the suddenness of the invasion, the overwhelming fullness of his possession.

And then he’s moving, pistoning his hips in a driving rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each powerful thrust punches thebreath from my lungs, the blunt head of his cock kissing my womb.

I lose myself in the slick slide of his flesh into mine, the obscene slap of skin on skin. Frost is relentless, taking me with a raw, almost feral intensity that speaks of a need too great to be gentle. As if he’ll die if he doesn’t stake his claim, if he doesn’t fuse us together so completely there’s no beginning or end.

The pleasure builds like a gathering storm, tension growing higher and higher in my core.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice guttural and strained. “Take it, Natasha. Take everything I’m giving you. Wanna feel you milk me dry.”

His filthy words are my undoing. I shatter with a hoarse cry, my walls clamping down around his hard length. Frost fucks me through it, grinding against my spasming sex until I’m boneless and spent.

With a roar, he buries himself as deep as he can go and stills. I feel the hot pulse of his release, the thick ropes of his seed. He jerks and twitches, gasping my name.

Slowly, our racing hearts calm. Our panting breaths even out. Frost pulls out from my pussy with a quiet hiss, lowering my trembling legs to the mattress.

He cups my face in his big hands, thumbs sweeping tenderly over my cheekbones. “I love you, Natasha Corsi. More than my own life, more than anything in this world or the next.”

Tears sting my eyes at the raw emotion in his voice, the adoration in his beautiful gaze. “I love you, too. So much it feelslike my heart can’t hold it all.”

Our lips meet in a kiss that’s soft and sweet.

When we finally break apart, Frost rests his forehead against mine, his arms banding around my waist to draw me close. In the circle of his arms, I am home. Cherished and protected, treasured beyond measure.

THE END

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