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Mary couldn’t deny the gentle care Elliott gave. His focus seemed intent on showing her the things she loved and ensuring she did them. Sweet. “Cassie would love that. Though I might have my hands full, she is exceptionally fun.”
His smirk was quick, as was his wink. “I wonder who she gets that from.”
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Elliott watched Mary laugh, and her smile stopped his world from moving. The inner light beaming in the depths of her eyes kicked up his heart rate. This woman was beautiful—so laid back, so happy, so at ease, so much how he hadn’t seen Mary until now. This woman was the one who had been lost. And he was pretty sure he could spend every evening just like this, hearing the soft laughter she gave.
She is yours.
He believed it right down to his bones, and was never so sure of anything in his life.
He glanced at her face and saw her smile fade. He imagined his expression said it all, that his mind was nowhere near thoughts of traveling any longer. In one second, his cock went from soft to hard, and his attention went from watching her mouth for the words that came out to imagining those lips pressed against his in a heated assault.
He lifted his gaze to her eyes, which had darkened. Christ, how his body pulsed to devour this woman for as long as she’d allow. He looked away to move the Thai boxes off the blanket under them, hearing the hitch of her breath, knowing her body had awakened and her mind had freed for him.
Tonight he had planned for her to experience something that he assumed she had forgotten. Just two people being together and enjoying each other’s company. He wanted her to smile, to laugh, to be comfortable, and she had done all those things.
Elliott still ached to be deep inside her. He craved to feel the way she submitted so beautifully to him. He yearned to see that connection between them, the one so perfect that it had haunted him. He wanted that all for himself.
Holding her gaze, he moved toward her and she lay back, resting her head on the pillow. He slid a hand down her thigh, feeling her soft, delicate skin before he slid between her thighs, closing his body against hers.
He cursed the corset that was still damp from their bath, yet as she slid her feet along the backs of his thighs, the touch of skin against skin captured his mind. When his cock met her folds, he discovered her wet and ready for him. He smiled, unable to hide the fact that he enjoyed that she became so aroused, so quickly, for him, all because his look had told her he wanted her now.
Without pause, he dragged a hand down her silky thigh and cupped her bottom, dropping his mouth to hers. He kissed her with passion, with tongues tangling in a sensual embrace, and she stayed right in rhythm with him. When her breath along his face quickened, he grunted and entered her with a fluid stroke.
All wet. All warm. All tight.
His eyes naturally shut with the sheer force of the pleasure tingling through his veins. He lowered his head into her neck, sliding his cock inside her all the way to the hilt, and groaning with each perfect glide. Only when her loud gasp drifted across him in a blistering heat wave did he open his eyes.
When he rose up on his hands, he found her eyelids hooded and mouth parted. He squeezed her bottom, angling her up to him, enjoying how vulnerable she felt under him. How perfect she seemed right there.
He shifted his hips in and out, relishing the way her tight heat squeezed him. He tangled his free hand into her hair, cupping her nape and holding her to him, resting his mouth right by her ear. Her sensual moans poured out around him, brushing across his desires. He drew in her flowery scent, mixed with musky arousal, and thrust harder…deeper.
“I’m right here, Mary.” His cock slid so easily in and out of her soaked sex. “Right here to hold you. To make love to what is mine tonight. To take what I want from you.”
“Yes. Sir.” Her voice hitched on every word.
Closing his fist in her hair, he glanced into her eyes. She stared back at him with heated features, entirely fixated on him. On only him. “To take you hard.” He increased his force, and skin smacked against skin. Her cunt squeezed his shaft, forcing a growl deep from his chest. “Or to take you soft.” He slowed his thrusts, moving gently to carry out his words.
Her eyes were so dark, so lost in pleasure, as she angled up, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes, sir.”
Darlin’, be mine.
He thrust with gentle, quick movements, feeling her increasing moisture around his cock. “In my command. Under my touch.” Her sex squeezed at him, begging to milk his cum from him and demanding to deliver a
hard thrust that would send her flying, too. “Mine to please in whatever manner that suits me.”
He couldn’t look away from her, trapped by what he so wanted to be his. “This is for you, too—because you deserve a man to want you like I do.” He groaned as her inner muscles convulsed, nearly making him cross-eyed. He had to force his voice out. “To be cherished. To be made to feel as good as you do now.”
“Elliott,” she whispered.
He faltered in his speed as he saw that look. A peace formed in her features that only showed itself for a split second, but that lasted forever in Elliott’s mind. A sweet expression so special it froze time, and the same balmy sensation swelled in Elliott’s chest.
He’d longed for this, the feeling that his dominance meant something. That it made a woman happier. That she fully accepted his Dominance, not just a Dominant’s touch. There was a fine line that declared a difference, but it was a powerful fine line.
Mary continued to show him the difference, even if for only a second.
Overtaken by the heady emotion, he sealed his mouth over hers, breathing in her soft moan. Christ, this woman kissed like she belonged to him. She handed him her soul in her kiss. Every last bit she could offer she gave, and he wanted to absorb it all.
