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“Because you’re mine,” I murmured. “Because every single part of you belongs to me.” I’d known it for a while now. I’d known it for longer than I wanted to admit to myself. Since the first night she’d come back into my life, and I’d known I had to protect her from the world, she’d become mine.
Mine. My Taylor. All mine.
Taylor managed to let out another flutter of a sigh, along with my name, “Creed.” So light and airy, like the word itself would be swallowed up in the wind if there were any. Breathless. No one said my name quite like she could. I wanted to hear her say my name just like that while I was buried between her legs.
“You can feel it,” I whispered. “You know it. You know you belong to me now. I want to hear you say it.” There was nothing more that I wanted to hear, in fact, other than her admission that she was mine.
She said not a single word.
Well, I guess I’d have to make her realize it.
I brought my lips to hers, kissing her in the same way I’d kissed her before I’d left for the job. I kissed her in the way a man would kiss his girl. Hard and fast, demanding and confident. I stole the air from her lungs and claimed it as my own, along with those soft, luscious lips. I let go of her jaw to tangle my hand in her hair, pulling on the strands gently and making her moan into the kiss.
The arm I had wrapped around her lower back fell so that my other hand could grip her ass, and when I squeezed it she let out another moan. Taylor was putty in my hands, giving in much quicker than she’d done that Friday night.
Oh, yes. She was mine. She was mine, and I wasn’t going to stop until I heard her say it. If that meant she stayed here all day, missing her classes, then so be it. It wouldn’t be a wasted day. Quite the opposite, actually.
I’d get her to scream out my name, to admit that she was mine. Mark my words.
My mouth left hers, and I breathed out, “You’re mine, Taylor. Say it.”
The girl was stubborn—or she wanted me to continue. Either way, with how hard my cock was, stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. She said not a word, but she’d stopped fighting me, stopped trying to deny the fire between us.
A resolute determination took over me, and I spun her and walked her back to my bed. I only let her go so I could work on getting her clothes off—getting her to admit she belonged to me would be much easier once she was undressed. Undressed and beneath me, writhing away while I pounded away at the space between her legs.
I lifted her sweater up and over her head, tossing it aside and exposing her bra in the process. When my gaze fell to the smooth curve of her tits underneath that lacy fabric, my balls tightened in need. Her bra came off next, and the moment those perky tits were exposed, her nipples were hard little pebbles, begging for my mouth.
Taylor stood between me and my bed. I didn’t hesitate as I dropped to my knees, lowering my face to her chest and kissing a trail from her neck to her tits. All the while, I murmured, “You’re mine, Taylor. Mine.” My hands gripped her sides, as if to stop her from escaping me—but I think we’d finally moved past that point.
No more denying this. No more fighting it. No more pretending the connection between us didn’t exist. We weren’t brother and sister anymore; we’d stopped being that the day I’d left to take my mom’s place in the Guild. We were so much more than that now.
She let out a breathy moan when I took a nipple into my mouth, showering it with my tongue. I sucked on it, toyed with her, and as I did so, she groaned, unable to keep it in. I played her like an instrument I was born to play, dragging out sounds from her lungs as I went from one nipple to the other. Such sensitive things.
When I was done with her tits, I tore my mouth off her and dropped my gaze to her jeans. My fingers swept from her sides, moving to undo the button and zipper. Within fifteen seconds, I had yanked down her jeans to her ankles, leaving nothing on her other than her panties. Her panties matched the bra I’d taken off, and they’d join the bra shortly. My fingers hooked around the small fabric on her sides, and I tugged them down her legs, first down along her thighs, and then to her ankles.
I was slow to stand, moving with a purpose as I helped Taylor onto the bed. She let me take the lead, probably because she was still putty, drowning in me. I positioned her on the bed where I wanted her: her head on my pillows and her legs spread wide so I could get a nice, long look at her apex.
Her brown hair was a mess, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at me. Her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, her nipples just as pointed as before. Her light skin was flushed. She was beauty personified, and she was all mine.
I knelt at the base of my bed, letting my gaze roam over her naked body. Every inch I memorized, especially that wet, pink area between her thighs. Those lips practically glistened with arousal, with a need for me, and my chest labored with a breath as I lowered myself to it. I breathed in her scent, tucking it deep within my mind, to save for when she wasn’t near and I missed her.
Fuck. She smelled amazing. She smelled like heat and sex and desire, all rolled into one.
And she was mine.
I lowered my mouth to her clit, taking the nub of flesh between my lips and swirling my tongue around it. Taylor’s body tensed up immediately, a sigh escaping her. Oh, she couldn’t deny that she wanted me, that her body reacted to mine. She wouldn’t be so wet if she truly thought of me as a brother.
Calling me her brother. Saying she wanted me to be her brother. Just desperate attempts at clinging to the past, but we’d both changed from the people we were. We were older, and together we would make something new. A new union, a new pair. I’d be damned if I ever let her out of my life again. Never again would I walk away from her, this I swore to myself.
I tore my mouth off her clit, running my tongue along her slick folds and dipping it inside of her pussy, lapping her up and making her whine with need. I fucked her with my tongue, eating her out, and the only time I stopped fucking her with my tongue was when I returned to her clit to pay it more attention. Back and forth I went, drawing out sounds from Taylor I was certain no one else ever had.
Those sounds were all mine. I’d bottle them up in my head and save them for later.
“Creed,” Taylor whined out my name, again speaking it like no one else ever had. Her hands had started to clutch the sheet beneath her, and her lower half had begun to tense up. I think I knew she was about to come before she realized it herself.
“Come for me, baby,” I whispered against her sex, “come on my tongue. Come on my tongue like you’re going to come on my cock.” I pushed my tongue into her pussy once again, feeling her hips start to rock. I went to grip her clit, rubbing the side of it to make it feel even better for her.
She could not go against my instruction. She rocked her hips against my face as my tongue fucked her, helping to push herself off the edge. When the orgasm hit her, the muscles in her body tightened, and as the pleasure hit her, she let out a cry of ecstasy.
