7. Chapter 7 #3
I bury my face in her and devour her like I’m starving. I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me, her bound hands fisting above her head, desperate sounds falling from her lips.
“Fuck, Tate.” She’s panting now. “Please don’t stop. Please let me come.”
I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against her swollen clit. “Not yet. I’m not done tasting you.”
God, I don’t think there is ever going to be such a thing as enough.
I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach in one swift motion.
She gasps as I lift her hips, positioning her on her knees with her face pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air.
Her bound hands are stretched out in front of her, and the sight of her like this, surrendering herself to me, makes my dick throb and my chest ache.
“This ass.” I run my hands over the curves of her, squeezing, spreading her open so I can see everything. “This perfect fucking ass belongs to me too.”
I drag my tongue from her pussy all the way up to her tight little hole. She jerks beneath me, a shocked moan escaping her throat.
“Did you know that this is mine, too?” I circle her rim with the tip of my tongue.
“Yes.” Her moan is muffled by the pillow.
“Good.” I press my tongue against her, feeling her tense and then slowly relax. “Because every hole you have belongs to me now. And I’m going to claim all of them.”
Mine. The word keeps echoing in my head. I’ve called women mine before, but it never meant anything. It was just dirty talk, just part of the game. But with her, it means something. It means everything.
I eat her ass while I slide two fingers into her pussy, fucking her slowly while my tongue works her open. She’s making sounds I’ve never heard before, desperate and needy and completely overwhelmed.
“Not tonight, but soon, I’m going to fuck this tight little ass.” I push my tongue inside her and she keens. “I’m going to stretch you open on my cock and fill you up until you’re crying and begging me for more. Would you like that, baby girl?”
“Yes.” She’s trembling now. “God, yes. I want you everywhere. I want you to own every part of me.”
“I already do.” I move my fingers faster. “But I’m going to remind you over and over anyway.”
“Please,” she begs, trying to move her ass with my movements.
“I think my girl wants to come.” I remove my fingers and grip the cheeks of her ass as I eat her pussy from behind.
She moans and bucks against me, and I lick up everything I can get from her. “Come for me, baby girl.”
I don’t relent, working her as her thighs clench and she is moaning wildly with her face pressed into the mattress. I hear a few curses when she’s on the edge and I keep going, giving her the release she is so desperate for.
I feel her sag and I keep drinking from her, knowing that all of it is for me.
After I’ve had my fill and she’s whimpering, I pull back and position myself behind her, my cock pressing against her soaked entrance.
I reach forward and grip her body to bring her back against me. Then I slide my other arm around her waist and lift her up so her back is pressed against my chest. The position opens her up completely, her thighs spread wide over mine, her arms bound in front of her.
“This is what it feels like to be owned by me.” I push inside her slowly, inch by inch, until I’m buried completely.
She moans and her head falls back against my shoulder.
“You’re going to take my dick just like this, and you’re going to feel every fucking inch.
And you’re going to know that no one else will ever be inside you again but me. ”
“Only you.” She turns her head, searching for my mouth. “There’s only ever been you, Tate.”
I kiss her deep while I start to move, my hips rocking up into her. The angle is incredible. I can feel how tight she is around my dick, and the way I have her pinned against me means she can’t do anything but take what I give her.
But it’s more than that. It’s the way she melts into me. The way she trusts me to hold her up.
“This pussy was made for me.” I thrust harder, and she cries out into my mouth. “It fits my cock so fucking perfectly. Like you were built to be mine.”
“I was.” She’s panting between kisses. “I was always supposed to be yours.”
The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t know how to hold this feeling that’s too big for my body, too intense for words. All I know is that if anyone ever tried to take her from me, I would burn the entire world down to get her back.
That’s not just possession. That’s something else. I’m not ready to put a word on it yet, but I think I’m starting to understand now.
“I’m never letting you go.” I grip her jaw and turn her face so she has to look at me. “Do you understand that? After tomorrow, after all of this is over, you’re still mine.”
“I don’t want you to let me go.” Tears are streaming down her face now, but she’s smiling. “I want to be yours forever. I want this. I want you.”
I kiss her again because I don’t have any other words for her right now. I kiss her while I fuck her, my arm wrapped tight around her waist. I kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe.
Maybe she is. Maybe that’s what this fucking feeling is.
“I need you to come for me, baby girl.” I reach down and find her clit, rubbing in tight circles while I thrust up into her.
I’m fucking her with a brutal rhythm. It’s hard and fast, and there’s nothing tender about it.
She wants to be owned by me, and I am giving her that.
“I want to feel this pussy squeeze my cock while you fall apart in my arms.”
“Tate.” She’s shaking now, her entire body trembling against mine. “I’m so close. I’m going to come.”
“That’s it.” I thrust as hard and deep as I can. “Come on my cock, Reese. Let me feel you.”
She shatters with a scream that she muffles against my shoulder. Let the whole fucking house hear. I don’t give a shit. They already know who she belongs to.
Her pussy clenches around me, and feeling her coming drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and let go, spilling everything I have inside her while she trembles and sobs in my arms.
We stay like that for a long moment, her back against my chest, both of us breathing hard.
I press my lips to her temple. “You okay, baby girl?”
“More than okay.” Her voice is hoarse.
I still went easier on her than I would have. But we can work up to that. I carefully unwrap the belt from her wrists and toss it aside, then turn her in my arms so she’s facing me. Her cheeks are wet with tears and her lips swollen from my brutal kisses.
“Did I hurt you?” I take her wrists gently, checking for marks.
“No.” She shakes her head. “You could never hurt me. That’s why I wanted it.
That’s why I needed you to show me.” She reaches up and cups my face.
“I’ve been used by men my whole life. I’ve been dominated and controlled.
But you’re different. When you take control, I feel safe.
I feel like I can let go because you’re going to catch me. ”
I stare at her, and I know she is the most real thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“I will always fucking catch you. There isn’t a place you could go or a thing that you could do that would keep me from getting to you.”
She looks up at me for a moment like she wants to say something, but then she kisses me instead.
I’ve spent my whole life being the weapon my family needed. I’m the enforcer, the one who does the dirty work without flinching. I never thought I could be something soft for anyone. I never thought I’d want to be.
But she’s looking at me like I’m her safe place. Like I’m the one thing in the world she can count on. And I want to be that. I want to be whatever she needs, even if I don’t know how.
I pull her down onto the bed with me, settling her against my chest. She curls into me immediately, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos.
“You need to get some rest, baby girl.” I kiss her temple. “If you were nervous about meeting my brothers, then you are going to need all the sleep you can get to face my father.”
She jerks her head so her eyes meet mine.
“It’ll be fine,” I say, comforting her. “He will just want to resolve all of this. He’s on our side.”
I hold her tighter and listen to her breathing slow. She falls asleep within minutes, her body curled against mine. I hope she’ll stay that way, that she can have a night without the nightmares before everything that will come tomorrow.
I stay awake for a long time just staring at the ceiling.
Fox pulled me aside earlier and asked if I loved her. I didn’t answer him, because I didn’t know. I’ve never loved anyone outside my family. I didn’t think I was capable of it.
But lying here with her in my arms, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, knowing I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me—I’m starting to accept that this is probably pretty close to what love is supposed to be.
I know it’s what Fox feels for Ivy, and what my father feels for Whitney.
I’m not ready to call it that. Not yet. But I’m not running from it either.