Chapter 20
Iflick the shower handle, cutting off the water. My mind’s still racing. She keeps giving herself to me. Submitting. Obeying. That choke—she took it fully. She didn’t flinch. Her shoulders didn’t even rise. And she came while gasping for air. Fuck. My cock jerks just thinking about it.
I step out and grab two towels. One goes around my waist; the other, I hold open for her. She walks into it without a word.
I wrap it tight around her shoulders and kiss her damp neck. Then, I tilt her chin and inspect the marks—my fingerprints are visible across her throat.
Mine. I love to claim, to see the marks.
I drag the towel down her body as I dry her. A bite mark is darkening on her shoulder, faint bruises on her ass.
She’s so quiet.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” I ask, checking in, nearly missing her sass.
A soft smile blooms on her lips. “Great.”
“Good.” I slide the towel from her body and let my eyes roam. “You want my scent for tomorrow?” I ask, desperately wanting to claim her in this way too.
She nods with a whispered, “Yes.”
I wrap the towel around her hair and squeeze the water from her ends. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard in a long time.” I release her towel from my grip, and it hits the floor as my thumb strokes her cheekbone. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, smiling ear to ear.
That smile, that voice—I need her. To fuck her. To feel her. To continue to unravel the mystery that is Morgan Smith.
I dip low, gripping her thighs and lifting her easily. She wraps around me, kissing me hard as I carry her to the bed.
“I’ve never been choked like that before,” she murmurs between kisses.
“So … you’ve never been choked.”
“I guess not,” she laughs breathily. “That’s the only time I’ve ever really … lost air.”
“Did you like it?”
Her grin is answer enough. She crashes her lips into mine.
I’ve been hard since I wrapped my hand around her neck. I’m still hard, still hungry, ready to continue to claim what’s mine.
At the foot of the bed, her arms remain looped behind my neck. There’s no sign she’s letting go. I ease one hand down to the mattress and lower her to it, never breaking the kiss. I bite her lip and nod, encouraging her to move up the bed. She scoots higher as we continue to kiss.
“Slow,” I say, recalling how she wants to start that way. Slow could be dangerous. Intimate. More than a fuck. “You’re too damn memorable. I don't want to be done after this.”
“We’re going to fuck more than once,” she says with a light laugh. “Plus tomorrow morning. Then, we’re done.”
I frown, hovering above her. I hate the finality in that word. Done.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, pulling me from my thoughts.
I run my hand up her thigh then gently press her legs wider. Nestling between them, I guide my cock to her entrance.
“You’ve been a very good girl, gagging on my cock,” I say, voice low. “Time for your reward.”
She wraps her legs around me, practically panting.
“So fucking wet,” I hiss, sliding inside her. My eyes roll back. “I could fill you up right now, but you want slow.” I press a kiss to her lips, then her neck. “You’re gonna take every inch of it.”
She squirms, her eyes closing as I go deeper.
“Relax. You feel incredible.”
A soft hum escapes her lips as I thrust in slow strokes. I savor this moment. Her. This feeling. I caress her side, gently stroking my finger across her rib tattoo. Imperfect. She’s far from it. “How do I convince you to be mine?”
The words slip out before I can catch them. The sex is doing the talking now.
“You don’t,” she whispers.
I grit my teeth. I need to control my thoughts. It’s a fantasy. She’s a fantasy. This, us … It’s just one night.
I press a kiss to her forehead and then her cheek. “That’s enough slow. Roll over,” I command.
She obeys. My hand grips her ass as my eyes assess her bruised skin. “Your family’s going to think you got in a fight last night,” I joke. “Tell them you won.”
She giggles, and I thrust deep. Her whimper—fuck, it nearly undoes me. The sounds she makes are intoxicating.
My palm trails over the dagger tattoo on her back. Stop pretending this is more. Let it just be one night. One unforgettable night. I dig my fingers into her hips.
“You’re taking every last drop, Miss Break-My-Back.”
She laughs, breathless, and I slam into her in response.
Five orgasms in and still fucking needy. She’s ready, soaked. I’m not holding back for another second.