Page 71 of Midnight Dissonance

Her ass wasn’t prepared to take him there when he shoved the head inside. She cried out. The pain mingled with her climax, confusing her sensors.

“Take it. Take me,” he demanded, inching inside.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, breathing through the sharp bite of pain as he tunneled deeper, stretching her ass as he claimed her in the basest way possible.

She loved every depraved second of it.

“And this ass is mine. No one else ever gets to touch you again. Tell me.”

“My body is yours.” She gasped. “And no one else gets to touch you either. Because you’re mine too.”

“Aye. Now you're fucking getting it. All fucking mine,” he grunted, pounding her ass. Clamping his hand on her pussy, he drove inside her as he lost control, the tide of desire sweeping them both up into the storm.

He turned downright feral, rutting inside her ass with increasing speed and brutality. The slapping sound of their fucking echoed in the room, competing with his grunts and her moans.

He smacked her pussy and drove so deep inside her ass she damn near felt him in the back of her throat. And it set her off.

Her climax was akin to a nuclear bomb. The devastation was total. Her entire system erupted in bliss.

Josh came. His grunted roar filled her ears. And then he flooded her ass, filling her up with his come. He held her tight as his hips slowed and then stopped altogether, his pulsing cock buried in her ass.

And he wasn’t wrong in his statements. She was his, body and soul. And she didn’t know what that meant for her future. She wasn’t willing to give up her music for him, but then, he would never ask that of her.

The hand on her neck slid up to her cheek, shifting and turning her face. Josh claimed her lips in a deep, soulful exchange that had her leaning in, wishing they could stay this way where the outside world no longer had any bearing.

Josh lifted his mouth and waited for her to open her eyes. “I meant everything I said. No more trying to back out or sabotage this relationship, lass. We’re meant to be, you and me. You’ll wear my collar and move in with me.”

“Yes,” she agreed, her heart trembling.

They still had issues to discuss, like what they wanted for their future together. But she wasn’t going to worry about it tonight. Nothing else mattered but being in his arms.

“Come on. Let’s get you fed. And then I’m taking you to bed.”

He pulled out, and she felt his come leaking out of her ass. He helped her off the couch. Sometime while he was screwing her blind, he’d removed his dress shirt.

Before he led her into the kitchen, she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head against his strong chest. His arms automatically wrapped around her.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” It was on the tip of her tongue to spill her newfound feelings, but she refrained. Their deepening bond was still too new for her to feel confident in declaring them.

“I know, lass. And I get it. You’ve not had the people who were supposed to love you the most be there to support you. But you need to realize I’m not them. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” She glanced up at him, her chin on his chest.

His warm smile was full of affection. “I promise.”

The tether she’d been holding onto, the one keeping her grounded, snapped. And her heart dove right in.

20

Since she worked both Friday and Saturday at Java Hut but had Sunday off, Josh determined the best night for their first official date was Saturday night. This way, they could be out late and wouldn’t have to be overly concerned with getting up the next day at zero dark thirty.

Lexi finished applying her lipstick in the bathroom mirror, a bold, candy-apple red that matched her dress to perfection. She’d straightened her hair, and it fell in a soft waterfall down her back. But it was the Marilyn Monroe-esque dress in deep red that hugged her curves and ended just above the knee that claimed top marks.

Josh was going to lose it when she went downstairs.

She grinned, the mirror reflecting her happiness. She couldn’t help it. Since their fight Thursday night and everything that happened afterward, things had been different. They were closer.

The moment he’d walked through the door last night, she’d been on him, dragging him into the bedroom with promises to cook dinner when they were done. It was safe to say they didn’t eat dinner until much later that night. And only because hunger for something other than each other drove them out of bed.

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