Page 154 of Bleeding Hearts Duet

“You’re my trophy,” he declared as he thrust deep inside of me.

I whimpered, and his fingers clamped down on my shoulders, an unconscious and unnecessary reminder that he was in absolute control of me. I loved that. I never wanted him to stop.

He pressed his body against me, the warmth of his chest radiating into my back. Somewhere along the way, he’d managed to discard his shirt without me even realizing it. This was how I preferred him. Skin on skin. Nothing between us. I knew he loved it too.

His fingers brushed over the pulse in my throat, letting me know he was there without any pressure. It excited me nonetheless.

“Tell me I’m the only one who will ever have you,” he whispered in my ear.

“You’re the only one,” I mewled. “You’ve been the only one. You always will.”

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he declared. “Bent over and stuffed full of my cock. Swollen with my baby. Christ, Brighton, it does me in just looking at you.”

His hips smacked against my ass and my moans vibrated all the way down my spine. I was so close, and his words were forcing me over the edge. His fingers reached around and played with my clit roughly while his other clamped over my mouth. I nearly buckled from the pressure building inside me and Ryland had to hold me up as I finally exploded around him.

My orgasms had been insanely intense the farther along I got, and this one was no exception. I was hanging like a limp noodle in his arms while he kissed the back of my neck and murmured sweet words. His hips continued to roll in and out in a steady, even pattern. His breath was ragged as groans ripped from his chest. He was getting close, and his hands tightened their grip on me as a telltale sign.

“Say the words,” he clipped out. “Say what I want to hear.”

I knew what he wanted. But this time I wasn’t going to give it to him. I was going to tell him what I wanted to say instead. I reached back and wrapped my arm around his neck, bringing his gaze to mine as he drove into me from behind.

“You’re mine,” I declared. “Only mine.”

Ryland cursed and jerked inside of me, his eyes falling shut as he released an almighty roar of sweet agony.

The minute it was over, we collapsed onto the sofa, a panting sticky mess. My head ended up in his lap somehow, his fingers stroking my hair as he stared down at me with nothing but tenderness. This was quickly becoming my favorite part. The way he took care of me afterwards. Always.

“Happy, baby?” he asked.

“Yes.” I smiled against him.

“I’m going to make you happy for the rest of your life,” he whispered. “I’m never letting you go, Brighton.”

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