Page 97 of They Are Mine

I nuzzle against him, my lips brushing the sharp edge of his jaw, still stroking him slow, steady, relentless. “He’s okay with this.”

Orion swallows, hard, his hips jerking slightly into my hand, like his body doesn’t even care what his brain is screaming.

“I just wanted you to know before,” I murmur, dragging my teeth over his throat, my free hand slipping up his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart beneath my palm.

Honesty matters to a man like Orion.

And I’d never hurt him.

Not like she did.

Not like that cheating, manipulative bitch who still clings to him, who still texts him like he owes her something.

I’m better than her.

I’m honest.

And I know him so much better than she ever did.

Orion exhales through his nose, long and slow, like he’s trying to think through the fog of lust and need.

Trying to convince himself that this should be a dealbreaker.

Except, his fingers are still inside me.

I’m still stroking his hand.

And I feel the way he’s pulsing against my palm, the way he’s leaking, his cock thick and desperate, twitching with every slow, torturous stroke of my hand.

I squeeze him just a little tighter, just enough to feel his breath stutter against my skin.

And that’s when I know he’s already mine.

I slip free of his hand, my whole body aching, clenching, starving for him.

I release his cock, sit up just enough to reach the waistband of my leggings.

His eyes snap to the movement, blazing, jaw clenched, breathing ragged.

His whole body tenses, like he’s holding himself back by sheer force of will.

I tilt my head, teasing, voice dripping with want. “Do you want me, Orion?”

I barely get the words out before…

Fuck.

His hands are on my hips, gripping hard, fingers digging into my skin as he yanks my leggings down.

He’s not careful.

He’s not soft.

He’s desperate.

The fabric drags down my thighs, over my knees, inside out from the force of it.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders, wiggling free as he rips them over my shoes, leaving me bare beneath him except for my tiny, useless panties.

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