Page 93 of Possessive Ink

Her arms are draped beside her head, but I reach for first one, then the other, dragging them backward and holding her wrists together at the base of her spine as I slam forward, filling her in a single thrust.

“Sir,” she half moans, half whines.

I’m too desperate for her to be gentle, and she’s more than wet enough to take it, so I fuck her in hard, fast thrusts, holding her arms hostage and forcing her to simply lie there and take what I give her.

Her moans and gasps of pleasure are muffled by the sheets and mattress beneath her face, but her body is loud, clenching and tightening around my dick as she hurtles toward her first orgasm.

When she comes, it’s with a cry, her entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her. “I love you,” I tell her, fucking her through her orgasm even as her cunt clenches around my cock, fighting to keep me inside of her.

“I love you,” she echoes back, as her body splinters again, a second orgasm pulsing through her as a gush of wetness slicks from her cunt.

Her moans start to become incoherent as I lift my hand and spank first one ass cheek and then the other, making her skin bloom pink and hot while she lets out a long, ragged moan, her pussy getting impossibly wetter.

“You’re so perfect for me, Princess. So innocent and so filthy at the same time,” I tell her, starting to lose control as I thrust into her, chasing my own release as she tightens rhythmically around me, hurtling me toward total annihilation.

When I come, it feels like more than just release. I’ve claimed Lemon. She’s mine. She’s in my bed, wearing my collar and my ring, but as I pump my cum into her pussy, it feels like I’m branding her, fundamentally making her mine, in a basic, almost animalistic way.

After we’re both spent, I release her wrists but keep us locked together as I band my arm around her and roll us to the side, my dick still filling her.

“Atticus,” she pants.

“I know, Princess, but I need to be inside of you. I need to be close,” I tell her, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as I start to toy with her hard nipples.

“Sir,” she whines, exhaling softly and melting into me.

“I know, Princess,” I tell her, trying to let her know that I feel it too, this insane, intense connection between us.

Her soft, panting breaths fill my ears as I tease and pinch her nipples, feeling the weight of her heavy breasts in my hands. Lemon has the most outrageously perfect tits—big and full with dark pink nipples that turn red when I play with them. My dick is still rock hard inside of her, despite having only come a few minutes ago, and my balls feel heavy and achy, ready to fill her again.

Lifting her leg, I roll my hips and grind into her slowly. Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I pepper soft kisses over her skin, fucking her softly as she hums and sighs in my arms. Unlike the frantic, hard sex from only minutes ago, this time is gentler, but oddly no less intense.

As my dick grinds in and out of her, I’m not craving release. I’m searching for connection. Having her in my arms, so close that we’re touching from our necks to our toes, is exactly what I need, and yet it still doesn’t feel close enough.

This time when she comes, it’s a soft completion, not a loud explosion, but judging by the way her body clenches around my dick, it’s no less intense. I follow her over the edge and fill her body with my cum again moments before we both drift to sleep.

FOURTEEN

LEMON

Iwake up surrounded by Atticus, his arms wrapped tightly around me, the sticky remains of last night covering my inner thighs and pussy. Exhaling happily, I close my eyes again and snuggle down into the comfort of his body.

Sleepovers with guys aren’t something I’ve done a lot before. Perhaps if they’d felt like this, I’d have wanted to, because this sense of safety and warmth is addictive. But even as I think it, I remember that Atticus is nothing like the men I’ve dated in the past.

I love him. It feels crazy even to admit it to myself, but I feel the truth of it deep inside of me. I love him, and I’m going to marry him. Maybe in a month or six I’ll regret the choices I’m making right now, but if I do, then at least I’ve experienced this crazy, intense desire.

“What are you thinking so loudly, Princess?” he asks.

“That I love you,” I admit easily.

“Good,” he says confidently, like the idea of me not loving him hasn’t even crossed his mind. “I need to go to the studio today and set up my station for the morning.”

“Okay.”

“We can head over there once I’ve made us breakfast. It shouldn’t take me more than an hour or so, then when we get back, we can start unpacking.”

“Okay,” I agree easily, not wanting to be away from him when I’m enjoying our closeness so much.

Atticus cooks us waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, refusing to let me help even after I offer. Once we’ve eaten and cleaned up, he takes my hand and leads me downstairs, speaking briefly to Felix and Marcus before he opens the passenger door on his car and waits for me to climb inside.