Chapter 13 Say You’re Mine
SAY YOU’RE MINE
HENSON
Amira turns around without hesitation, so obedient it nearly ruins me.
Her hands brace against the desk, back arched just enough to make me see stars.
I push her panties to the side and step in close, lining myself up, my cock already hard and throbbing from tasting her, hearing her, feeling her come undone.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, more to myself than her, my hands gripping her hips. “Every fucking inch of you.”
I push inside.
She whimpers and my jaw clenches from the way she grips me, tight, wet, and pulsing with aftershocks. It takes everything I have not to come on the spot.
“Fuck, Mira.” My fingers dig into her ass as I bottom out slowly, savoring every inch of the way she takes me.
So warm. So fucking perfect.
I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, and Amira jerks forward with the motion. She catches herself with a squeal, her palms sliding on the polished wood.
“Keep your hands there and don’t move.”
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a claim, each moan that escapes her lips only spurring me on.
“You feel that?” I growl, grinding into her as my mouth skims her shoulder. “That’s what you get for acting like I was just a mistake. As if you could use me for one night and walk away like it meant nothing.”
Amira whimpers.
I move one hand between her thighs, finding her clit, and she jolts, her body trembling beneath me.
“Right now, you’re mine, Mira,” I hiss against her skin. “Say it.”
She doesn’t, so I fuck her harder.
“You. Are. Mine.” My voice sounds barely human.
Still, she doesn’t speak, doesn’t give me the words I need. I grip her tighter, one hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as I pull her up so her back presses to my chest.
Her head tilts, exposing the line of her neck, and I drag my mouth along her skin, teeth grazing the delicate curve just beneath her ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Amira gasps, trembling. “I—”
“Say it.”
She turns her head slightly, lips parted, voice nothing more than a breath. “I’m yours.”
Fuck.
My hand slips back between her legs, fingers circling her clit, and her body clenches around me so tight I grunt into her neck. I keep moving inside her, faster now, hips snapping against her ass, and I can feel how close she is. She’s holding on by a thread.
“Let go for me, Temptress.”
Amira breaks around my cock. Her body convulses, and I finally surrender, burying myself deep. I come with a sharp groan, holding her against me like if I let go, we might both fall apart.
We stay that way for a beat. Maybe two. Our breathing ragged, bodies tangled, the room thick with the scent of sweat and sex and something that feels too close to more.
I press a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
In an instant, real life comes rushing back.
But for now, I’m still inside her, where I belong.