Twice.
A tease. A threat. A promise.
Then he pushed in.
No warning. No hesitation.
I gripped beneath my knees and pulled, offering myself to him completely.
No protection. Just us. Flesh to flesh. Skin to skin.
“Is this what you needed, Juliette?”
“Yes. O-Officer,” I stuttered.
He moved over me, and his hands slid beneath my back. One quick flick, and my bra came undone.
“I want to see every inch of you,” he growled, pushing the lace up and over my breasts, baring me to his gaze.
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Fuck, look at you.”
He drove deeper as his hands came up to squeeze my breasts together, kneading like he couldn’t decide which he wanted more—me or the view.
Then his tongue found my nipple—hot, wet, and greedy.
I gasped, arching beneath him, but he just laughed low in his throat and sucked harder, his hips grinding into mine.
“Eyes on me, little mama,” he murmured against my skin. “You’re going to remember exactly who owns this body.”
My mind screamed yes, but all I could do was feel.
The stretch.
The heat.
The overwhelming way he filled me—claiming, spreading, owning.
His hips began to move, deliberate and deep, grinding inside me like he wanted to leave a permanent imprint.
“Yeah, take it,” he rasped, his voice dark and frayed at the edges. “My come-loving slut. Take every inch I give you.”
His breath was hot against my clavicle, sending a shiver down my spine just before he licked the skin, then bit down. Not hard—just enough to make me whimper. My legs shook as I clung to the backs of my knees, holding myself open for him.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “You know who you belong to.”
And when he pulled back only to drive in harder, deeper, my mind shattered around a single truth—I was already his.
He buried his face beside mine, his breath hot against my ear, and began to slam into me.
Hard.
Unrelenting.
Every slick slap of his body against mine echoed in the room—wet, filthy sounds punctuated by his grunts and my broken moans. It was chaos and heat, and I was lost in it.
Each thrust pushed deeper, harder, until it felt like he was in my belly. The ache was unbearable and addictive all at once. I needed more. I needed all of him.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, clutching his shoulders, anchoring myself to him as his savage rhythm drove the air from my lungs. My whimpers turned to cries, high and breathless, as he fucked me like he was trying to brand his name inside me.
