by Julia Devlin
The diamond flashed on her finger and she smiled. She was going to have this forever. Thank god there’d be no normal sex for her.
He slid his hands down her spine. “I am going to fuck the living hell out of you.”
She shuddered. “Yes, please yes.”
“Hard and fast.”
“Whatever you want, Mason.” She arched, an open invitation to do with her as he pleased.
He slapped her ass. Hard. Once. Twice. Three times. “That’s for making me wait so long.”
Fire exploded over her skin as that slow burn heated her pussy. Made her throb. She closed her eyes. She’d pay whatever price he demanded.
He hooked his finger into her wet panties, pulled the fabric to the side and thrust deep in one brutal plunge.
She cried out in pleasure.
He groaned in pure male satisfaction.
He filled her, stretched her. And it was heaven. She wanted more. Needed more.
She pushed her hips.
He smacked the curve of her hip. “Stay still.”
Damn him! She punched the sofa but did what he ordered.
Only when her muscles finally eased around his thick erection did he begin to move.
Happy tears clouded her vision for one brief moment before they evaporated. He always thought of her comfort first. She came first with him.
She understood that now, in a way she hadn’t before. She trusted it. Trusted him.
He pulled out then slammed back in. All thought disappeared as she focused on his long cock filling her with hard, fast, brutal strokes.
Just like he promised.
Pleasure tightened deep in her belly. He gripped her hips with enough force to leave marks. The orgasm swelled. Tightened.
He pounded into her. She moaned. He thrust high. Her hips pushed against the arm of the sofa. The fabric rubbed against her clit, pushing her over the edge.
The scream ripped from her throat as her vision blurred. The room darkened as a powerful, fierce climax shook her from head to toe.
Seconds later he followed her, growling her name and thrusting furiously inside her, setting off another wave of contractions then collapsing in a heap.
His big body covered her and she trembled under all that heat. Safe in Mason’s arms, exactly where she wanted to be.
She sighed with contentment. ”I love you.”
He kissed her neck, setting off another tiny shiver. “I love you too, Anna.”
Happy to drift in a post-orgasmic high, despite her awkward position, she didn’t even think to move.
He brushed his lips against her neck again before pulling away.
She crawled over the arm of the sofa and flopped onto the couch, lids still closed.
He chuckled and moved away, returning less than a minute later and sitting on the edge of the couch.
He stroked her back.
Sleepy, her eyes still closed, she said, “You know you’re supposed to ask a girl to marry you.”
“Is that so?” His tone lazy and amused. “Stop hogging the couch, girl.”
She opened one eye and hoped it sufficed as a glare. But moved her legs to make room for him.
He plopped down and hauled up her slack body, tossing her around like a rag doll until she was nestled in his lap. When he was satisfied, he kissed her temple and she rested against his shoulder and snuggled close.
He squeezed her tight. “I’m going to hold you for a good long while but don’t get any ideas about sleep. You won’t be getting much tonight.”
With the jostling, she was already starting to perk up. “I’m up.”
He grinned down at her. “So about this asking thing.”
“Yes?” she asked. Her mind still too sated to think.
“Here’s how I think we should work this. Us.” He looked down at her, a huge grin on his face. “Sex, of course, is my way.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes in playful exasperation. “Of course.”
He pinched her. “Like you’d want it any other way. “
She just smiled. She wouldn’t. But she didn’t think the man needed any more cocky confidence than he already had.
“But everything else will be a little bit of you and a little bit of me. Like getting married.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m telling you. My way.” He took her hand and held up her ring. “In turn, I got you an antique engagement ring that had your way written all over it.”
He was right. The ring was all her. She couldn’t have designed anything more perfect. “What would your way have been?”
His expression turned sly, devious. He traced the cords of her neck. “A diamond-studded collar to show who owns you.”
“Sounds like a reasonable compromise.” Betraying heat had her belly dipping but she gave nothing away but a sassy smile. “But I’m still not getting into a cage like some dog.”
He growled a low, playful sound rich with love and amusement. “Who’s giving the orders here, girl?”
She flirted up at him as she twined her fingers around his neck. “You are.”
He grinned and squeezed her ass, kneading with his palms, a threat and a promise. “You are going to be spending a lot of time in that dungeon.”
She grinned, happy and in love, her future clear. A girl could only dream.
About the Author
Born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago where she still calls home, Julia lives with her husband and two children. She never dreamed about being a writer, although she did go through a light FM, poem-writing phase when she was a teenager. Then one day, while experiencing a lull in her management consulting work and wanting to be good about her internet usage, she decided to open a Word document and play around. A full-blown obsession was born, and the rest, as the say, is history.
Julia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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