Her hips buck against my hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. I oblige, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her that makes her cry out. Her body tenses and I can feel her second orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I lean down, taking her nipple between my teeth and biting down gently, giving her that edge of pain that I know she craves. Her body responds immediately, her hips jerking upward as she comes hard around my fingers, her cry of release, music to my ears.
I don’t give her time to recover, moving down her body, my mouth finding her clit once more as I continue to stroke her from within. Her body is sensitive, her every nerve ending alight with pleasure, and it doesn’t take long before she’s trembling beneath me again, her third orgasm crashing over her like a wave. I lap at her, drawing out every last shudder, every gasp, until she’s limp and breathless beneath me.
But I’m not done yet. I need one more. I need to feel her clench around my cock, to have her come apart with my body inside hers, to lose myself in her heat and be remade by the rhythm of our joining. The thought of it sears through me, primal and consuming, chasing out every last vestige of doubt. I want to ruin her for anyone else. I want to fill her, mark her, and make sure that nothing will ever satisfy her again unless it’s me.
She’s still trembling, her breath hitching with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, but I know there’s more in her. There’s always more. I let my lips travel up her body, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her skin, the desperate need thatpulses from every inch of her. Lani’s thighs are slick and open, inviting me in, begging for what only I can give.
I line myself up at her entrance, the tip of my cock teasing, and I pause there, savouring the moment. The heat of her is almost unbearable, the want in her eyes almost enough to send me over the edge. But I hold back. I want to remember every second of this, every sound she makes, every shiver and gasp and cry.
Slowly, I press forward, just enough to slip inside her, and we both moan at the contact. Her walls clench around me, wet and impossibly tight, and I shudder with the effort it takes not to lose control and pound into her. Not yet. I want to make her beg for it.
I tease her, sliding in just the tip and then pulling back, over and over, feeling her hips chase me, craving more. Her hands claw at my back, her nails sharp crescents in my skin, and she pleads with her eyes, her lips, her whole body. I want her to snap. I want the pleasure to consume her so completely that nothing else can exist.
Finally, I give in, pushing inside her in one slow, steady thrust. The sensation is pure electricity, pleasure and relief and need all tangled together. I fill her completely, and she cries out, her legs locking around my waist, holding me close. I start to move, finding a rhythm that builds and builds, relentless and controlled, never giving her quite enough to tip her over.
“Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear, my voice rough and guttural. “Tell me, Lani.”
She gasps, her whole body arching up to meet me. “Yes—fuck, yes—I need you, please, I need you to fuck me, make me come, please?—”
That’s all I need.
I drive into her harder, faster, feeling her body tense beneath me, her walls spasming as she climbs toward the edge. Herhands find my hair, yanking me down so our mouths crash together in a desperate, bruising kiss. I bite her lip, and she moans, the sound vibrating through both of us. Her climax hits suddenly, her body going rigid, her pussy clamping down around my cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves. She screams my name, her voice raw and unrestrained, and I lose myself in her, riding out her orgasm with thrusts that are deep and possessive and hungry.
I don’t stop.
I want to feel her shatter a second time, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her, to leave her so spent she can barely breathe. When her body finally goes limp, boneless and devastated, I slow my movements, savouring the afterglow. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, grounding myself in the reality of her, of this moment, of us. I’m still hard inside her, still aching with need, and she feels it.
She smiles, a lazy, fucked-out grin, and runs her nails lightly down my spine.
“Don’t stop now,” she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction and promise. “I want to feel you come in me, Finn. Fill me up.”
I draw back, just enough to look into her eyes, and see nothing but pure, feral want. It’s almost enough to undo me right there. Almost. But I want to make this last as long as I can. I start to move again, slow and deep, dragging every inch out of her, letting her feel how much I want her, how much she owns me.
Her hands roam my body, clutching, caressing, memorizing every line and scar and secret. Her legs tighten around me again, guiding me deeper, urging me on.
We move together, a perfect rhythm, every thrust drawing us closer, every gasp and moan and whispered plea binding us tighter. The intensity builds, the pleasure spiraling higher andhigher, until there’s nothing left but the two of us and the fire we’ve set alight.
The instant her body arches to meet mine, trembling and desperate, I know the moment has come. Desire rears up inside me, pure and visceral, and I lose the last of my restraint. I lower my mouth to the curve of her neck, feeling the frantic pulse beneath her skin, and then I sink my teeth into her shoulder, marking her – staking my claim in the oldest way I know.
She shrieks, not in pain but in exultation, and her muscles clamp around my cock in a spasm so intense it’s almost unbearable. I taste the salt of her skin and the rawness of our shared hunger. Her hands fist in my hair as I bite down harder, the scent of her arousal filling every breath I take. She claws at my back, grounding herself in the sensation, and I can feel her shuddering beneath me, surrendering completely to my possession.
But what I need from her isn’t just submission – it’s her wildness, her equal and opposite force. We are two storms colliding and the sound of it is thunder in my ears: her moans reaching a fever pitch, the slap of our bodies, the ragged panting as we both spiral toward that singular moment. Every muscle in my body goes taut with the effort to hold back, to draw it out, but when she spasms around me again, writhing and gasping my name, I lose the war with myself.
When I finally come, it’s like being hit by a bolt of lightning. I bury myself as deep as I can, my body locking up as the orgasm rips through me, white-hot and obliterating. My knot swells as I roar her name, the sound echoing off the walls, and feel myself spill inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible. For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our bodies shaking with aftershocks, our hearts beating wild and electric.
When I finally catch my breath, I pull her even closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. Showering her with love and affection, full of wonder and awe.
“You’re mine,” I whisper, the words a promise and a vow. She smiles, exhaustion and bliss mingling in her expression, and runs a hand through my hair.
“Always,” she whispers back, and I know she means it.
We lay there, entwined, letting the world fade away. For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong. Like I’ve found the thing I’ve been searching for all along. And no matter what happens next, I’ll never let my father snatch it away.
FIFTY
SOL
By the seventh day,restraint stops feeling like control.