She shouldn’t know that he and I are the same. Which means... she’s moaning another man’s name while my tongue is inside her.
Jesus.
I’m jealous of myself.
I told her she’s mine. She shouldn’t be fantasizing abouthim.
But maybe—maybe it’s a good sign. Maybe she’s ready to accept the truth.
The thoughts tangle, too heavy to ignore. I slip off the bed and pad to the ensuite.
Brushing my teeth, I resent every second I spend washing away the taste of her.
When I return, my mask is back in place.
She’s still asleep, her chest rising and falling, making her tits bounce slightly with each breath.
My cock twitches at the sight.
I wish I could sleep naked beside her. But she already knows my tattoos as belonging to Eli. I keep a long-sleeved top on, but I remove my jeans and boxers.
Sliding into bed beside her, I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop wanting.
My hand wraps around myself and I stroke slowly, watching her. Imagining her waking beneath me. Arching. Pleading.
It would be so easy to just take her. To bury myself inside her and mark her as mine.
She already is.
But I want her tochooseit. To submit. To give herself to me completely.
My pace quickens, fist tightening as my hips stutter.
I climb to my knees, release flooding out of me as I come all over her. Painting her in me.
I drag a finger through the mess, then press it inside her still-slick cunt.
Maybe it’ll take. Maybe she’ll get pregnant. Then she’llhaveto be mine.
I don’t wipe her clean. I want hercoatedin me. I’d bathe her in it if I could.
Instead, I curl around her. One arm draped over her waist, the other tucked beneath her neck.
She wiggles back into me in her sleep, grinding her ass into my cock.
I groan. Already hard again.
But I let sleep take me, breathing her in like a drug.
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It’s Not Stealing If You Plan To Give It Back
Emily's Search History: Does my kidnapper actually love me?
Eli
Screaming.