Even though his hold as he pulled me from the shower was gentle, I sensed within seconds he had no intention of stopping.
Another rush of adrenaline flowed through every muscle as he positioned me in front of the bathroom counter, using his huge hand to wipe steam from the mirror.
My laugh wasn’t subtle, louder as the clear spot fogged up again.
“You think that’s funny?” he murmured.
“Yes. I do.”
“Then I guess I’ll need to teach you another lesson.” He gripped my hips, yanking me away from the edge, even pressing one hand against the small of my back before driving his dick back into my aching pussy.
“So bad,” I managed. “So horrible.”
“That’s not what you said last night when you were begging me to fuck you in every hole. Do you remember that, my sweet Emmeline?”
Every time he used my name, I was thrown by how the sound reverberated in my ears. “Not at all.”
His chuckle sent another wave of shivers through me. “Oh, you did. I do so adore it when you beg me. Do it again.”
This time, I was the one to wipe my hand across the glass. “Not a chance.”
A single slap of his hand across my backside and I threw my head back, laughing. He wasn’t daunted, pushing me down until my face was inches away from the glass. His fucking was even more relentless, every sensation something I’d never felt before.
How could the different angles alter the electric vibrations so much?
Gasping, I slapped my hand on the glass, meeting every brutal thrust. His fingers dug into the skin of my hip, holding me in place.
As if I had any intention of going anywhere.
Every few seconds I swatted the mirror, longing to see our faces as he fucked me. When it was finally clear enough, I couldn’ttake my eyes off him. We were too good together, magical in ways few couples ever achieved.
But the passion we shared never seemed enough. This morning was a perfect example. He was insatiable in his needs, refusing to back down to anything I said. He’d flipped the scenario. Where I’d thought I might garner some control, he’d closed the door with a simple statement.
I belonged to him.
Even now, with every word he spoke there was a quiet power in his voice. The man was predatory in every move he made, a beast in the wild, which was why he was so good at hunting and securing family enemies.
He rolled his hand down my spine, taking his time caressing my skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, enjoying his facial features and the constant changes when he moved even an inch.
This was another moment of mapping every inch of my naked body. I’d also heard the hesitation in his voice when talking to Jaxon. Donatello had been unwilling to confess his sins to my brother. Not that I blamed him. I simply didn’t think it was possible for him to do given his honor.
There were so many things I’d been very wrong about.
Maybe I was too busy basking in the simple joy of being here with him. So when he pressed his thumb into my dark hole, I was shocked into a strangled moan. The sound of my outcry seemed to please him, his lips upturning in a hint of amusement.
He continued electrifying every inch of my body, driving his cock in deep, long strokes.
I knew exactly what he was doing and the basking moment of excitement was unexpected. He was simply making good on his promise to own every inch of me.
Every kiss.
Every breath.
Every night of passion.
They all belonged to him.
When he removed his cock, rubbing the tip up and down the crack of my ass, I clawed the mirror. He lifted his heated gaze, lowering his eyes so slowly I couldn’t see them moving. At the same time, he pushed his cockhead in by an inch.