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She. Is. Mine.
I placed my hand right over her pussy, her heat scorching my fingers, her wetness slipping along my flesh. She was ready for me, fucking primed for my cock. And when I pulled back to look into her face again, I saw she closed her eyes and just let the pleasure wash through her. Good. I wanted her right here with me.
“This is mine, Zoey.” I added pressure between her thighs and growled low at how her body writhed, seemingly on its own. “You are mine.”
I won’t let you go. You know what I’d do for you? Do you know I’d kill to protect you?
I never said I wasn’t insane in some aspects of my life, but I never thought I’d feel so strongly about a woman—especially one I’d only known for a couple weeks—that I’d kill for her. But with Zoey, that was an undisputed fact, something I could never push away or try to control. If she was threatened, I’d have no control over my rage in making sure Zoey wasn’t hurt.
I stared in her eyes, wanting her to see how much I wanted her. I wanted to tell her I wouldn’t let her go, had said it in more ways than one thus far, and I didn’t want to scare her, but fuck, it was hard to bite my tongue on what I felt.
Closing my eyes for a second, I grappled for my control. When I opened my eyes, I breathed out roughly. Her scent made me drunk, had my balls drawing up close to my body, the need to fill her up, to mark her, so strong it was almost animalistic in nature.
“Wilder—”
I cut her off by kissing her until she was clenching her hands on my biceps. She wanted this, was needy for me.
“I want to be inside you so badly right now,” I said against her mouth. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick.”
“Yes,” she hissed and then moaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more, Wilder.” I watched in rapt awe as she licked her lips, the flavor of her kiss still on my tongue. And when Zoey lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her, all hell broke loose inside me when I felt the wetness through her panties, the material damp because of me.
“Zoey.” Her name came out of me like a hoarse groan. She panted, clutched at me, and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. “I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”
I shouldn’t have said it, shouldn’t have been so crude. But then again, I couldn’t fucking stop myself.
Chapter Twenty-One
Wilder
The last bit of control had been snapped, and I wasn’t going to even try to control myself. I’d been doing a damn good job of that right now, and with Zoey needy and ready for me, I was going to give both of us what we needed.
This time, I took her mouth brutally, our lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and our teeth clashed. God, she felt perfect, tasted so damn sweet.
She tasted like mine.
I gripped her hips, broke the kiss, and flipped her around so her back was to the mattress, my body hovering over her and her legs slightly open. I placed my hands on her knees, wrenched her thighs open, hearing her surprised gasp, and instantly smelled the sweet scent of her pussy.
While staring at her face, I reached between her legs and found her little clit, rubbed my thumb over the engorged bundle, and saw the pleasure morph her expression.
She writhed under me, held onto the sheets beside her, and thrashed her head back and forth as I continued to tease her clit. All I could see when I stared at her was the fact that she was mine, that no one else would have her.
Ever.
I leaned down and ran my tongue along her lips, her mouth parting and a moan spilling from her. But before she could suck in another lungful of air, before I could get lost in the softness of her mouth against mine, I moved down her body until my face was at the junction of her thighs, her cunt so close to my lips I felt her heat, grew drunk from her scent.
I need to taste her.
Go slow. Be gentle, or I’m going to lose it.
I pulled back just slightly and stared at her pussy. She was soaked, her cream slipping down the crease of her ass. There’d be a wet spot on the mattress after this was all said and done. I’d never change the fucking sheets, because I’d want to be able to smell her every fucking minute of every fucking day.
