Page 108 of His to Possess
“Come now,” I groan. “Be so good for me and come.”
“Philip,” she gasps, and then her cunt is clamping down on me so hard I can’t breathe. I come inside her harder than I’ve ever come in my life, desperately trying to get my cock even deeper as I erupt.
“Fuck,” I groan, my entire body shuddering. “Fuck, Lilah. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I can feel her body trembling around me and I draw her close, wrapping my arms around her as I press kisses to the top of her head, her neck, her face. “Mine,” I whisper, over and over again as I kiss her. I don’t think I’m capable of letting go.
“I am yours,” she sighs into my chest. “And you’re mine.”
I’ve never wanted to be owned by someone before. It should go against all my instincts as a Dominant. But I only feel peace when Lilah says those words. For the first time in my life, I belong to someone. And I couldn’t be happier.
Lilah
Philip holds me close for a long time, neither of us speaking. Eventually my heart rate comes back to normal, but the little zaps of electricity sparking through my body don’t seem like they’ll ever stop.
“I’m crushing you,” he eventually says, groaning loudly as he finally pulls out. I make a noise of disagreement when he releases my body, but he hushes me. “I want to see you,” he says, and then he’s kneeling between my legs, spreading my thighs again as he peers down at me.
“Philip,” I protest, heat coming to my cheeks at the way he’s inspecting me there.
He ignores my complaint, growling as he spreads my legs even wider, his face coming close to my center. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he mutters. “My seed dripping out of you. Fuck.”
I cover my burning cheeks with my hands and he finally looks away from my pussy. He grins wolfishly when he sees my embarrassment. “My sweet, innocent girl.”
“Not so innocent now,” I point out.
The grin grows even more devilish. “No. You most certainly are not.”
Then he hops off the bed and disappears in his bathroom. I’m feeling a little peeved—he couldn’t have even kissed me first?— but he appears only a moment later with a washcloth. It’s wet and warm when he brings it between my legs, cleaning me so gently the breath catches in my throat. His tenderness is the exact opposite of the way he just took me and the juxtaposition is so perfect I could almost cry.
Then he’s next to me again, gathering me up to his side, his arms so warm and strong around me. “Tell me how you feel,” he demands in that familiar, bossy tone. “Are you sore?”
I stretch. “A little. But it’s a good sore.”
He makes a satisfied noise deep in his throat. “I need more from you tonight, love.”
My tummy dips. How in the hell can he turn me on so much when I just had the orgasm to end all orgasms?
“I’m feeling a little boneless right now,” I say shyly. “But if you give me a few minutes I’m sure I’ll be ready to go again.”
His laughter is sudden, bouncing loudly in the quiet room. He squeezes me tight. “I didn’t mean like that. Though now that you mention it, I’m sure I’ll be begging to get into your pussy again before we fall asleep.”
I squirm, his frank, dirty words sending fresh arousal through me. “What did you mean, then?”
He pulls back and his gaze is searching as he peers at my face, brushing some hair from my forehead. “I need you to let me take care of you.”
“You already are.”
He shakes his head. “No. Not the way I need to.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “I know it makes you grumpy when I get too domineering, but I need you to let me tonight.”
“Okay,” I tell him, because there’s no way I could deny him a thing when he’s gazing at me with that open, vulnerable look on his face. So I don’t complain when he wraps me in the soft comforter before leaving the bed. I hear the water start in the tub in his bathroom, then he’s walking by again, giving me a great view of his naked body as he goes to the hallway.It’s a good thing Mrs. Higgins isn’t around,I think, giggling to myself. I’m pretty sure I got awfully loud there for a minute.
I’m feeling warm, sated, and sleepy when Philip returns, a plate and a wine bottle in his hands. He takes them into the bathroom then returns to the side of the bed. Without a word, he slips me out of the blankets and lifts me from the mattress, cradling me against his chest as he walks into the bathroom. The water filling the tub has steam spreading through the room and the scent of sandalwood and something citrus permeates my senses. “It might sting for a moment,” he says, but I’m too distracted by the easy way he uses one arm to turn off the water while still holding me with the other. I shiver a bit at the reminder of his strength, thinking of all the delicious ways he used this body just a few minutes ago.
He steps into the tub and kneels down until we’re both submerged in the hot, fragrant water. Like he warned, it stings between my legs, but he rubs my arms until the pain fades. Then he gets us comfortable, lying back in the bath with me in his arms, my back to his chest.
I let out a long sigh. “If this is what you meant by taking care of me, I’m definitely on board.”
He chuckles and reaches over, plucking a piece of cheese from the plate and bringing it to my mouth. “Good. Because I plan to spoil you like this every day.”
