ANYA
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
He never broke eye contact with me until my orgasm subsided.
“That’s my good wife,” he commended and something inside me melted at his praise.
I needed someone to slap me hard. I loved pleasing my husband.
“I’m going to make you come again and again, and again.
Until all you can think about is me. Until you feel me every time you take a breath.
Until I’m your everything like you’re mine. ”
I swallowed hard, my insides burning. If he kept talking like this, I’d burn to ashes before the morning sun came up.
“You better deliver, then,” I breathed out, my pussy pulsing with the need for him.
“Want me to continue eating your cunt?” he rasped in a hoarse voice, the vein in his throat throbbing. “Or do you want me to fuck you, then make love to you?”
A little noise of pleasure left my lips at hearing his dirty words. My insides shuddered, my pussy aching for him.
I reached up with my hand and curled my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. There was no sense denying myself. I wanted him.
I set my arms behind me, palms down on the counter.
His mouth trailed kisses from my inner thighs, licking and nipping.
A throaty moan echoed through the kitchen and my entire body threatened to explode as he made his way up my body, until his lips were on my neck and he was standing in front of me.
He straightened, his chin glistening with evidence of my arousal and feral hunger in his eyes. His hand brushed against my cheek, and I had to fight the urge to rub my face into his big palm.
“Brace yourself.” He nodded to my arms, then continued kissing my neck. “Fuck, my mouth belongs on your neck. Always did and always will.”
“Please,” I begged, my head tilted back and my eyes closed. This man made my body burn. The ache between my legs intensified with each second that ticked by.
“Angel, open your eyes.” His voice was hoarse, desire thick in it. I forced my eyes open, watching him through my heavy eyelids. “Your eyes on me so there’s no mistake who’s fucking you.”
“As if I could ever mistake you for anyone else,” I croaked.
He chuckled darkly. “Good. I’m glad to hear you admit you’re as obsessed as I am.”
“I never said I was obsessed,” I retorted.
“But I did,” he growled into my ear, sending my body into a full-blown inferno. This had to be the sweetest hell.
Without a warning, his hand reached behind my head, fisting my hair into his grip. Not hard, but firm enough to control me.
His mouth found mine for a searing kiss, his tongue pushing through my lips. The kiss was hard and possessive. My body was sensitive from the orgasm that just shattered me, and he was setting off the flames all over again.
My hands frantically roamed his sculptured abs and reached for the hem of his gray sweatpants.
I was eager to have him naked. I frantically pushed them off, needing to feel him inside me.
He kicked the pants off while I shamelessly admired his body.
“Still no boxers, huh?” I half teased, staring at his cock as it sprang free.
My eyes trailed from his tanned, muscled legs, up his torso. His hard cock was beautiful, making my mouth water.
I skimmed my fingers along his six-pack, trailing each rigid line while my hands trembled with intense desire. I pressed my palm against the right side of his neck, his pulse thundering under my touch.
He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, making the ache between my legs intensify and begging to be eased.
Raising my head, our eyes met. There was something feral in the depths of his eyes. Feral and obsessed.
Before I took the next breath, his hands grabbed my ass and lifted me off the counter.
“What—”
His mouth swallowed my question. Several strides and he had me pressed against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on. Taking both of my hands, he raised them above my head, pressing them against the wall.
“Don’t come until I say so,” he ordered, his lips brushing against mine and his voice hoarse. “And keep your hands above your head.”
His hands came down to my soft hips, and in one swift move, he entered me brutally, filling me to the hilt. He pushed his hips, filling me even deeper and I hissed out a breath. He lit me up, like a match to gasoline.
“Don’t ever forget who owns you,” he rasped hard. “And don’t ever leave me again.”
“W-what?” My brain was in scrambles.
“I own you.” His voice was rough, his mouth greedy on me. A deep part of me wanted to tell him off but an even deeper part of me wanted to give in to him. In fact, I was giving in to him. At least for the night.
He moved my neck to the side, and I hissed when he bit my collarbone. He immediately followed by sucking at the skin, easing the sting. He moved, pumping in and out of me, hard and ruthless.
A soft whimper escaped my lips, with every slip of his hard shaft pushing hitting that sweet spot.
He moved faster, pumping harder, overwhelming me.
“I will never let you go,” he vowed, his voice thick with feelings. He pulled out of me and then came back in with full force. “You are mine. We made a vow in front of God. Say that you’re mine forever.”
He overwhelmed me. The meaning of his words as he pumped hard into me took me higher and higher. The intensity of each thrust brought me closer and closer to the surge I needed.
I didn’t say that I would be his forever, but I did scream his name.
“Oh… oh… Thoooorne.”
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered and my mouth parted, a silent scream on my lips. Forgetting about his earlier command, my hands left their position above my head and wrapped around his back. Holding on to him like my life depended on him, my nails dug into his flesh hard and my back arched.
I was so close. I wouldn’t be able to hold it. But I wanted to please him. I clenched my pussy, my insides tightening around his hard cock as he thrust relentlessly.
“Say you’re mine,” he gritted.
I panted, welcoming each thrust, the pleasure building, ready to break the dam.
“Please… please,” I begged, my blood on fire. “I need… Thorne… please…”
“Say. It.” He pumped relentlessly. “Say it, my angel.”
“Yours,” I screamed, needing him to take mercy on me.
His hand reached between our bodies and his fingers found my clit, pinching it hard.
A scream left my lips and the dam shattered under the force of the current into tiny little pieces as a wave of intense pleasure surged inside of me. He moved even faster, hitting even deeper and I cried out, white lights flashing behind my eyelids.
I watched him through my orgasm, his muscles seizing, his eyes burning, setting every inch of me on fire.
“Anya,” he hissed, spilling inside of me while his fingers dug into my flesh. He buried his head into the crook of my neck, breathing as hard as me in the silence of the night.
We remained like that, two bodies as one, two souls dancing in the clouds and relishing in the aftermath of the pleasure.
And in that exact moment, I just knew. There was no escaping him, no hiding from him. I was stupid for believing that I could escape him.
But before I could dwell on it, he made sweet love to me and I got lost in him. Again.