10. Chapter 10
Hannah
Gavin is close enough that I can feel the heat coming off him, one hand braced beside my head, his body blocking out everything else.
“Yes.”
His eyes drop to my mouth.
“I wanted you.”
The answer is so blunt it steals mine.
“Right then?”
“Right then.”
His hand settles on my hip.
“You were soaked through. Scared. Looking at me like you didn’t know whether to run or trust me.”
His fingers tighten.
“And I was thinking about turning you around, putting your hands on this wall, and fucking you until you understood exactly what you do to me.”
Heat rolls through me.
“Oh.”
His eyes come back to mine.
“I wanted you so bad I had to get away from you.”
That does something dangerous to my pulse.
“And now?”
His jaw tightens.
“Now I’m done walking away.”
Something hot and reckless rises inside me.
I lift my chin.
“Then prove it.”
Gavin goes very still.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
His hand closes around my hip.
“Hannah.”
I smile.
“Prove it.”
That’s all it takes.
He catches my waist and spins me.
My palms hit the wall.
A gasp leaves me as he comes in behind me, his body fitting hard against mine, one arm locking around my middle while his mouth finds my neck.
Same wall.
Same man.
Nothing else the same.
The first night, I was terrified.
Now I press my ass back into him.
A rough sound leaves his chest.
“Mine.”
The word shivers through me.
I glance back at him over my shoulder.
“Still think I’m leaving?”
His grip tightens.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
My heart kicks hard.
“That sounds like an order.”
“It is.”
“And if I argue?”
His mouth brushes my ear.
“You can try.”
I smile.
“That confident?”
His hand settles firmly at my hip.
“You came into my cabin.”
His mouth moves along my neck.
“You climbed into my bed.”
Another kiss.
“You gave yourself to me.”
His voice drops.
“And now you’re standing in our home telling me you might leave.”
He turns my face toward him.
“Not happening.”
My breath catches.
“Our home?”
His eyes lock on mine.
“Ours.”
That one word hits harder than anything else.
I swallow.
“Gavin.”
“You’re staying.”
I should argue.
I really should.
Instead, I press my ass back into him again.
His control snaps.
Good.
Exactly what I wanted.
He doesn’t waste another second.
His hand drops from my hip to the waistband of my pants and panties, fingers hooking into both with possessive urgency.
With one hard tug, he drags them down over my hips and thighs.
I kick them free before he crowds back against me.
I’m left exposed, the cool air of the cabin hitting my skin for barely a heartbeat before the searing heat of his groin presses against my ass.
“You want me to prove it?” he rasps, his voice thick and dangerous. “I’ll prove it until you can’t remember your own name.”
His hand slides between my thighs.
He finds me instantly, his fingers pushing into my soaking pussy.
I cry out, my forehead pressing against the wall as his thumb finds my clit and circles hard enough to make my knees buckle.
He catches my weight with his other arm, locking me against him and holding me firmly in place.
“Look at you,” he growls against my ear. “Dripping for me. Begging for it without saying a word.”
I barely have time to breathe before his hand leaves me.
Then I hear his zipper.
The sound is shockingly loud in the room.
A second later, the heavy heat of his cock presses against me.
Gavin grips my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls my ass back and angles me exactly where he wants me.
Then he drives forward in one hard thrust.
I scream.
He buries himself completely inside me, so deep the force of it knocks the breath from my lungs.
The stretch is overwhelming, the blunt pressure almost too much, my body forced open around every thick inch of him.
For one suspended second, he doesn’t move.
Neither do I.
Then his grip tightens.
“You’re mine,” he grunts, the words a raw command. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”
“Yours!”
My fingers claw at the wall as he pulls back.
Then slams into me again.
He doesn’t go slow.
He takes me with a hard, relentless rhythm, each stroke driving me tighter against the wall. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in, filling me again and again until I can barely think around the sensation.
The sound of our bodies fills the cabin.
My gasps.
His rough breathing.
Skin striking skin every time he drives into me.
The friction is electric.
Every time he bottoms out, I feel the weight of him, the sheer power of his body behind mine.
His hand reaches around and closes over my breast, fingers tightening before he rolls my nipple between them hard enough to make me gasp.
His other hand stays locked on my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me while he keeps hitting the same devastating spot deep inside me.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you,” he groans against my neck. “Wanted you against this wall. Against every surface of this cabin. Wanted to make sure you knew exactly where you belonged.”
I’m losing my mind.
Pleasure winds tighter and tighter inside me until it feels like I’m going to come apart.
I push back into him, asking for more without words.
He gives it to me.
His grip shifts, his arms hooking beneath mine as he lifts me slightly and drives even deeper.
My cry breaks against the wall.
His pace turns faster.
Harder.
More desperate.
The controlled man who pinned me to this wall two nights ago is gone.
Now there is only Gavin behind me, taking everything I offer and demanding more.
“Gavin. Please.”
His breath burns against my neck.
“Take it.”
Another deep thrust.
“Take all of me.”
My vision blurs.
I can feel how close he is in the way his rhythm starts to break, the way his cock pulses inside me, harder and thicker with every stroke.
My own release is right there with him.
“Gavin.”
“I know.”
He lowers me enough to brace against the wall again, one arm staying locked around me as his other hand slides between my thighs.
His fingers find my clit.
That does it.
My whole body locks.
The orgasm crashes through me so violently my knees give out.
Gavin holds me up.
I cry his name as my body clenches around him, every pulse dragging another broken sound from my throat.
He groans, drives into me one last time, and stays buried as deep as he can go.
Then I feel him come.
Hot, thick pulses spill deep inside me as his body goes rigid against my back.
He holds me there through every one of them.
I’m still shaking when he folds over me. He doesn’t pull out.
He stays buried inside me, his arms wrapped tightly around my body while both of us struggle to breathe.
For a long moment, neither of us says anything.
Then his mouth brushes my shoulder.
“Mine.”
The word is quiet now.
Not a command.
A vow.
I turn my head as far as I can.
“Yours.”
His arms tighten.
“Forever.”
My chest aches.
“Forever.”