"Yes," I whimper, my hips bucking against his, my wetness soaking the expensive sheets below them. "God, yes. Don't stop."
He obliges, his pace becoming even more frenzied, his grip on my hips bruising as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I can feel another climax building, and from the way his body begins to tense, I know he's not far off either.
"You're mine," he growls, his teeth clenched in unadulterated pleasure. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp out, my walls squeezing around him in delicious spasms. "Oh, God, I'm yours!"
That's all it takes. With a primal roar, he comes, spilling himself deep inside me, marking me as his.
As he collapses on top of me, panting for air, I can't help but think how addicting this feels, him making me his, owning me in the most primal way possible.
My chest heaves against his, my body still trembling from my orgasm. God, how did this happen? Can life really be this good? Is Gerald really the one?
But it's hard to think about that now, not when my body still hums with pleasure and his warmth envelops me like a second skin.
Gerald props himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me with a satisfied smirk. "You know, Alina, I wasn't sure if you really had it in you."
My heart stops. Is this where the other shoe drops, and he says something cruel?
"To come so hard," he finishes, winking at me.
Relief floods me, but only slightly. I know I'm in deep, and the more time I spend with him, the harder it would be to walk away if things didn't stay as perfect as this.
But I don't have a choice.
My life, and my daughter's, depend on it.
As I drift off to sleep in his arms, I try to push any worrying thoughts out of my head and just focus on what this is. A magical connection between two people.
A connection that I've worked so hard for.
After years of heartache, abuse and running, I'm finally getting what I deserve.
I awake feeling more rested than I have since I can remember. The morning sun streams through the windows, bathing the room in a bright, cheerful glow.
Slowly, I get out of the insanely comfortable bed, my muscles aching in ways I haven't felt in a long time.
As I shower, the warm water cascading over me from the rainforest shower head like a comforting massage, I reflect on the past evening.
I find Gerald in the kitchen, pouring himself a steaming cup of coffee.
"Morning, sunshine," he greets me, and I join him, wrapping my arms around his strong frame. "I trust you slept well," he says, his dark eyes dancing with mischief.
"Like a baby, thanks," I reply, trying to keep my voice even, hoping he won't hear the lust in my voice.
He smiles, dangerous and deadly. "I'm worried though."
I quirk a brow. "Worried? About what?"
My own anxiety suddenly clenches in my stomach. Comments like that always make me feel instantly guilty, even when I haven't done anything. Like I'm about to be found out for something.
"You're too good, Alina," he explains, his smile growing wider as his gaze trails over my body as if remembering every inch of it from the previous night. "Too perfect. No one's that flawless, not in my world."
I blush. "You flatter me. And are clearly going through your delulu era. But last night was..." I begin, at a loss for words.
"Just the beginning," Gerald completes my sentence. He turns and tilts my chin up, and kisses me deeply. I know being with him won't be easy, but I'm ready to take the leap based on how the last night has gone, and now this morning.