I let her take in the words before I press her back down into the bed.
She squirms beneath me, so I hook my arms around her thighs and spread her wide, keeping her open for me.
“Flynn,” she whispers.
I look up, capturing her hazy gaze. “He doesn’t get to touch you anymore. You are mine. Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, this cunt, is mine. Do you understand?”
Her eyes shimmer. “Yes.”
“Good.” I lower my head, dragging my tongue through her folds. The taste of her goes straight to my dick and I’m torn between my need to drive into her and my desire to take my sweet time exploring her body.
She jolts as I nuzzle my nose against her clit, but I hold her still, pinning her hips to the bed as I spear my tongue inside of her. I keep going until she’s shuddering beneath me then I free myself from my jeans and sink into her.
That’s all it takes for her to come apart and her cunt pulses around my length, milking my cock.
I take hold of the T-shirt that’s still lying around her neck and twist it around until it’s flush against her throat. I tug on the end of the cotton, lifting her up as I fuck her.
“Where else did he touch you?” I ask.
She reaches for her tits and I knock her hand away, replacing it with mine. I knead the soft flesh. “Here?”
She nods, her chest heaving.
I slide my fingers to her nipple and pinch the hardened nub. “What about here?”
“Yes.”
I pull and twist her nipple until Hazel’s squirming, her cunt clenching around me. I dip my head and take her other peak between my teeth, biting hard enough to leave it throbbing even after I let go.
“Still feel him?” I ask, possessiveness driving each thrust as I chase away his touch.
Hazel shakes her head, her eyes foggy with desire.
“And here?” My thumb finds her clit, and I roll it in circles. “Who’s touching you right now, Lilac?”
“You are,” she pants.
“Who owns you?”
“You do.”
“That’s right,” I say. “I do. Only me.” I pinch down hard on her clit, forcing her to another climax as I chase my own.
Her neck tilts back, her throat straining against the T-shirt until I let go and she collapses against the pillows. The taste of her lingers on my tongue and I crash my lips against hers as I pulse inside of her.
“Mine,” I growl against her mouth and nip at her lip. “Only mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers, her fingers raking through my hair.
I roll onto my side and we lie there together for a while, me tracing my hands over her body until the shadows leave her eyes. I wait till I’m sure she’s okay before disappearing into the bathroom and running a washcloth under warm water.
After I’ve cleaned us both up, making sure to leave the ink on Hazel’s skin, she peers over at the bedside table. “What were you reading?”
I pick up the book and show her. “Hope’s diary from college.”
Hazel runs her fingers over the illustrated flowers decorating the cover. “Did she draw these?”
“Yeah.”
