ALAYNAI’m overwhelmed by feelings of anger and jealousy, but there’s greed at the same time. Because I wanted this, I want him to be mine, yet I can’t be sure from one day to the next that he’ll stay the same. What if he doesn’t? I realize this is the last thing I need right now.
I attempt to turn back and stop him, but he nuzzles the back of my neck and speaks softly, “I said, don’t let go, Alayna. I’ll make you regret it if you do.”
I press my hands against the cold surface, finding myself suddenly speechless just from feeling the heat of his body, hearing him say my name, and the provocative sound of his voice. It makes me crave more of him, and I know he can feel it as much as I can sense his hunger.
“I’ll make you mine tonight. Do you remember my promise?”
“No...”
“You don’t? You don’t remember when I told you that you won’t feel your legs anymore because I’m going to own you?”
“No! Yes, I remember!” I say breathlessly.
“Good girl.”
I shut my eyes as his fingers untie the string of my pants, then his hand leisurely traces my panties and cups my ass. His palm is warm against my skin; it sends tiny bolts of electricity into my body that make me arch.
He grips my waist, gliding his thumb over the hem of my trousers, peeling my pants down my thighs; he lets it fall and gets down on his knee.
“Brandon, someone might see us.”
“Then let them watch, so they’ll know you’re mine.” A low grumble roars through the air behind me. I gasp as his tongue skims my slit.
I bite my lip, trying to hide my groan.
He traps my legs with his hands and presses his face against my soft flesh; his tongue licks my folds gently while his fingers massage my clit. In the middle of his library, with his face on my ass... This is insanely arousing.
I try not to moan too loudly, try to take it all in, but every swirl of his tongue is brutal. “Oh, wow...” I cry out in intense pleasure. “Wait... Brandon... slow down...”
“You’re so wet...” He slips a thick finger inside me, pushing it as deep as it can go. My eyes flutter as he hits my sensitive spot.
“And so fucking ready...”“Brandon...“Yes?” Slowly he pulls his fingers out of me, waiting for me to say something, but I’m losing focus. I badly want to see his face between my legs; I wish to see how erotic we look, so I let go of the wall.
His eyes darken, and his jaws lock. I drop my hands on his head to keep my balance. He holds my waist so that I won’t move. I cry out in indescribable pleasure when his mouth returns to my pussy, and in my position now, I’m even more vulnerable. He plunges his tongue deeper and deeper—licking every corner of my walls.
On the brink of coming, my clit throbs against his mouth, but he knows and abruptly stops.
“I told you not to let go, didn’t I?” he says, standing up, looking at my uniform. He undoes each button and takes it off me. My full, swollen breasts are exposed to him, and my flushed nipples inside the thin fabric that blocks his view tighten.
“Beautiful...”He then takes my mouth again and lifts me off my feet, bridal style. I take advantage of our intimacy and cup his face, inviting him to deepen the kiss. His delicious scent soothes my nostrils.
I wish I could see more of his magnificent body. The last time I saw him naked was when he showed me the scars on his face and chest; he was scarred but still magnificent. He lived with those perfect imperfections, afraid of disapproval. He was, and still is, the most beautiful man on earth to me.
But it’s unfair that I’m naked and exposed in front of him while he’s dressed. I can feel him moving toward his couch, and he lays me down. He instantly settles on top of me, his passionate tongue down my throat, his hands touching me all over again, and finally reaches what he’s truly aiming for.
His lips surround my aching nipple, and he sucks it. His forearm supports his weight against the cushion. I feel so exposed, so bold, but it’s too damn sexy. I close my eyes as he continues to flicker his tongue over my breasts, one and then the other.
I ached without him for a year. I lost the world around me; my heart and soul were hurting from our separation. And now this... I have him again; he’s touching me... pouring goodness over my body... I don’t regret a single moment I let him possess me like this. The pleasure fires through me—the pleasure only he in the world can give, and I want it now. I want him more than ever.
I grab on to his head when his tempo becomes fast and relentless.
I arch my back. I feel soaked between my thighs. The sudden orgasm is making my womb clench.
“I need you, Brandon. Please,” I beg impatiently, inhaling his scent, which is richer now that he is aroused. But he doesn’t relax and makes no attempt to stop. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He chuckles. Still fully dressed, he unzips his pants and reveals his beautiful cock that was begging to be released. Just thinking about how he felt inside me before makes me ache with yearning. I’d give anything to touch him too right now, and I’d watch his face as I do... the sounds he’d make when he was about to come... but I’ll wait patiently. I’ll need to feel him for now.
Brandon lowers himself and kisses me. His tongue leisurely slides in my mouth, tasting me; I can feel the tip of his shaft, and in a flash, he sinks into me.
“Oh God, yes!” I breathe.
His eyes gleam as he buries himself in me inch by inch.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, shutting my eyes as I relish the unexplainable sensation in my womb. He is ramming into me violently, his thrust unfaltering, his hips not stopping, his thighs slapping against mine. It is so intense, so powerful, so addictive, and it isn’t like the first time we made love. Back then, he was too careful, but he’s fucking me now.
I rock against him, meeting his every thrust, letting him stretch me farther and farther. The fullness of him is too much. It is driving me insane.
“Brandon...” I gasp. I can’t handle his length anymore. I’m on the verge of coming. My fingers dig into his shirt, keeping me in tempo, but my legs are beginning to give out at the intense pleasure building inside me as I slowly lose my strength.
He grips my thighs so I won’t let go. “I told you I am going to own you. All of you,” he murmurs in my ear as he ruthlessly rams into me. “Ahh... fuckMy orgasm takes over me in a rush, but Brandon pulls out before I completely lose myself and reaches his own release. His thick, warm cum spurts on my belly.
I curl my arms around his neck, and he rests on my chest as we both try to catch our breath. Several minutes later, he steps out of the couch.
“That was incredible,” I whisper.
“And I still want more of you.” He loosens the ties of his vest and unbuttons his shirt. “Come.”
“What?”
“I’ll take you to bed tonight.”
“I’ll... I’ll just get dressed.”
“It doesn’t matter. We won’t go through the hassle of taking anything off again.”
My cheeks heat, not because of his words but at the idea of having more of him. “What, you want me to walk around naked?”
He holds my gaze, and his desire whirls between us more, giving us the urge to have each other again. “Well, if it doesn’t matter to you, I’d like to fuck you more hereI make no move to get up. My limbs suddenly feel frail, and the muscles of my inner thighs are quivering. Damn, he’s right. I almost can’t feel my legs. My folds still feel sore and sensitive, and full—full of him, and he still wants more? I’m not sure I still have the stamina, but the idea excites me. It’s all I ever want, but I still need to make sure.
“And what happens after?”
“You stay with me,” he whispers, and I’m utterly seduced by the smoldering look in his eyes again. Arousal surges through me, compelled by his need.
“And after, and after?”
He reaches for my hand. “Alayna, I’m not going to tell you again.”
I move off the couch. And my legs feel like they are breaking, but it’s a damn delicious break. He swiftly catches me in his arms and chuckles. A smug grin comes after. He’s apparently enjoying this.
“Sei un bastardo,” “The last time I heard you said that I wanted to do something to make you behave. I guess I finally have the chance now. Hold on to me,” he instructs, and he picks me up again. I wrap my arms around his neck. He walks us to the library’s second floor, toward the door that connects to his bedroom.