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Before she could pull away from her own ministrations over my body, I grabbed her face and tugged her flush against mine. I devoured her lips in a heated rush as my cock strained against my pants. Our kiss was no longer languid and curious. It was now sloppy with fire and molten lava. She tried to keep up with me through these cute, biting kisses as she groaned into me.

Fuck.

Spit dribbled from the corner of our lips as I gave another bite and quick lick over her bottom lip. I leaned back just enough to look into her black eyes and grinned at those red, swollen lips. I brushed my thumb over the several red bite marks I left behind over the blooming hickey at the base of her neck.

I breathed, “Mark your territory, Lina Lee. I want the world to know I’m all yours.”

“Where?” she swallowed.

“Anywhere you like. Free range.” I grabbed the hand she had just laid on me. I brought it up to my neck, clasping her fingers over my windpipe like a collar. “But I want you to mark me somewhere I can show off who I belong to.”

“As if you’re a dog?” Lina raised her eyebrow at me with slyness tugging at her lips.

I moaned, tightening her hold on the sides of my esophagus for a moment. My Adam’s apple danced against her palm as my eyes rolled. I loosened her grip around my neck to groan out, “I’m better than a dog, Darling. I’m yours.”

CHAPTER 25

Lina

I slipped my hand out of his hold, laughing. “You’re such a fucking slut, Jonathan Lo,” I crooned.

His hand came up to push my hair out of my face, fingers ghosting over the corners of my lips.

“Become my slut tamer then.” His words came out in this deep, guttural voice that drenched my panties. “Mark me.”

I gasped as he leaned toward me, pulling me over the center console without a single ounce of struggle so I could straddle his lap. Before I could complain about the steering wheel digging into my back, Jonathan suddenly pushed and reclined his seat all the way back. I yelped, colliding into his hard chest as his arms circled around my waist over my coat.

I sighed, pushing myself off him and peeling off the leather coat I wore, throwing it haphazardly in the back seat. I looked at him; his hands were still resting politely on my hips where my dress covered me.

“Touch me,” I breathed from my upright position. “Jonathan, I want you to touch me.”

I grabbed his hand and brought him to my bare thighs and back. His heat on my skin where I wanted him to be made me quiver. My lips fell open, about to moan, when the sound died at the back of my throat as he pulled his hands away. They made their way up to my jaw and, with a tug, forced me to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Lina. Mark me first,” he grumbled, insistent. “Exactly the same way I did you.”

I thought for a moment about where I’d want to mark him. Where would I leave my branding? I smirked at his flushed cheeks and messy hair. He looked almost boyish—and I imagined this was what he would’ve looked like if we’d done this in high school.

His sharp eyes were nearly swallowed by an inky jet black as he observed me. I felt a twitch from his hard dick under my right thigh. However, I paid it no mind as I plunged into the sea I previously knew as the man who despised me. I headed straight for the beacon on his body that called out to me.

His Adam’s apple.

“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned from under me.

I sucked and licked the salt from his skin. He trembled under me, gasping for air. His hips began undulating under me, and I didn’t understand why he was rocking back and forth until I felt his manhood pulsate against my inner thighs.

Jonathan let a low, primal groan escape his wide and searing-hot lips. My lower belly clenched. The apex of where my thighs met began to throb and ache.

I moaned at the friction he created with his hips. He heard the pleasure in my muffled voice and began to grind rougher into me. A familiar pressure began to build in the deep pit of my stomach, coiling tighter and tighter.

Scared, I pushed away, heaving.

Jonathan watched me with a murky yet worried gaze. With knitted brows and a frown tugging on his kissable lips, his hand cupped my face tenderly. I leaned into his gentle warmth, sighing.

“What’s wrong, Lina? Did I hurt you?”

“You were about to make me climax, but I⁠—”

My voice caught in my throat as he suddenly pulled away. His cheeks flared with regret. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop.” His voice was as soft and gentle as his caress across my heated skin.