Page 140 of Her Soul to Own

“I need you too much to be gentle tonight,” I tell her.

A shiver wracks her frame, but her voice is breathless and eager. “Don’t be gentle. I don’t want you to be. I want you rough… brutal.”

She parts her legs wider for me, giving me even more, the anticipation rolling off her in waves. She starts grinding against my length, and the soft moan that escapes her nearly snaps the last of my restraint.

I press my hand against the small of her back, forcing her into a deeper arch, her body like a perfectly strung bow waiting to be played. My other hand snakes between her thighs, my fingers gliding through her soaked folds. She’s already dripping for me, and it has nothing to do with the rain.

I tease her clit with slow circles, my fingers slick with her arousal as I lower my hips, positioning myself just beneath her. I know I need to be careful, but my control is hanging by a thread. If I lose it completely, she might not be able to walk tomorrow.

“Please,” she breathes, grinding against my hand, her voice trembling with need.

I shift my hips forward, letting the wide head of my cock press at her entrance, just enough for her to feel the stretch that’s coming. She gasps, her body instinctively tensing.

“Relax, baby,” I murmur, brushing her wet hair aside to kiss her neck. “You can take me.”

My men are downstairs. I know they are. They’re probably looking up right now from the courtyard and catching glimpses through the balcony rail. It’s broad daylight, so nothing is hidden. There are no shadows to shield us, no secrets here.

Good. Let them see.

I want them to watch. I want them to know exactly who she belongs to. That this body, this pleasure, this surrender? It’s mine. Only I get to touch her like this. Only I get to fuck her and make her fall apart with nothing but my hands, my voice, my cock.

Let them burn with it. Let them choke on the reminder that no matter how close they stand, they’ll never have what I do.

She’s mine. Every moan, every tremble, every breathless cry… mine. And I want the whole fucking world to know it.

I roll my fingers over her clit again, feeling the tremor rush through her as she instinctively pushes back against me. The moment she does, I thrust forward, my tip breaching her soaked heat.

She’s tight. God, she’s so fucking tight. Even with how wet she is, her walls grip me like a soft fist, squeezing every inch of me. The sensation has my breath catching in my throat, my restraint burning away with every heartbeat.

My hand leaves her clit and anchors itself on her hip, gripping her with enough force that I know I’ll leave marks on her perfect skin—marks I want to see tomorrow, proof that she’s mine. My other hand snakes around her neck, my fingers wrapping gently but possessively around her throat and feeling her pulse quicken beneath my touch.

“Don’t tense up again, Lyra,” I whisper into her ear, my voice rough with need.

“I won’t,” she promises, her breath ragged.

“Good girl.”

Without warning, I nudge her feet wider apart, sinking deeper inside her as she gasps and drops her weight onto me. A deep groan rumbles from my chest as her heat wraps around me tighter, deeper.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rain pelting the balcony.

I grit my teeth, my balls tightening. “Too big?”

“Yes.” She shakes her head quickly, desperately. “Give me more, Silas. Or are you going to make me beg?”

I pull out slightly, letting my length glide through her slickness before driving forward again, feeding her inch by inch. She’s clenching and fighting the stretch, but she wants it… craves it.

“Not today. You’ve been a good girl…”

“More,” she pants, her voice thick with need.

I tighten my grip on her neck. “So impatient.”

“Fuck me already, Creed.”

I fight to keep control, to push slowly, but every second inside her threatens to break my discipline. “I need to go slow, baby,” I warn, “or I’ll hurt you.”

She writhes under my touch, her words breathless and broken. “I don’t care if it hurts. I need you, Silas. Now. Please.”

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