“I own you, Barrett,” he growled. “Tonight, I’m taking my pleasure the wayIwant it.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I succumbed to his caresses and dominant words.
His lips left my breasts and skimmed across my belly, kissing every curve, every line on the way down. He didn’t stop until he was at the heat between my legs.
I expected to feel his tongue stroke me, but when it didn’t, I opened my eyes.
He was staring at me like I was the most precious, most beautiful treasure in the world to him.
“You don’t seem to believe me when I talk. Maybe you’ll believe this.”
His finger danced across the apex of my thighs, twirling and teasing before slipping inside of me. He gently grasped my leg and angled it so that he could push deeper, stroking the spot that was elusive to lesser men.
My back arched in pleasure.
“Who do you belong to, Barrett?”
“You,” I whispered.
His thumb taunted the primed bud between my legs. He exerted just enough pressure to drive me wild, but he refused to let me go over the edge.
A careening wail escaped my lips when he left me. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers into his mouth and licked them clean.
Before I had a chance to demand he satisfy me, he took his other hand and grasped himself. He stroked his erection, gave it a few pumps before guiding it into my eager and welcoming body.
Flynn went slowly at first; torturously slow.
His eyes were on mine as he rested his weight on his elbows and gently rocked into me.
“Flynn…”
“Hen?”
“I need you.”
“I know.”
He slid out of me and then pushed back in, angling his pelvis so he hit all the right spots. I arched up to meet his thrusts, gasping, moaning, beseeching as he pushed deep and hard.
I clawed at his back. Our skin was slippery with sweat and hot to the touch.
It would never be enough.
No matter how many times he sank into my body, no matter how many times he made me come, it was never enough.
I wanted him now and forever.
He slammed into me, and I clasped Flynn as the pleasure rolled through me. I felt it all the way down my spine. My scalp tingled and my toes curled. I trembled and cried out my release.
“Fuck,” Flynn shouted as he plunged into me one final time before stilling.
I pressed my hand to his thundering heart, feeling the strength that coursed through his body.
Flynn was strong when I needed him to be strong. He owned my body the way I needed to be owned.
We paused for a moment and caught our breaths, and then I gently pushed against him, and Flynn eased out of me.
“Barrett,” he whispered, taking my lips in a punishingly sweet kiss before flopping down on the rug next to me.
