Page 54 of His to Possess
I grind myself up against her, hard cock pressing into her stomach. She lets out a little gasp. “That,Lilah. That’s what you fucking do to me. I swear I’ve been hard since I saw you up on that stage at Rendezvous.”
I bend my knees slightly, bringing my hardness in line with her center, then grind again. This time, her gasp sounds more like a whimper. I can feel the heat of her pussy pulsing through the layers of fabric between us and all I want to do is sink deep inside her warmth.
“Yes, love. Over you.” I bring my face closer, trapping her in my gaze the same way I have her body trapped against mine. “You look at me and I get hard. You skip around my house in your tight little leggings and I want to throw you down on the ground and take you right there.” I release my iron grip on her hip but offer no reprieve, bringing my hand up to wrap gently around her neck. Her eyes widen even more, a touch of fear swimming through them.
It only makes me harder.
“You keep secrets from me,” I continue, voice low and raspy. “And it makes me want to tie you to my bed and refuse to let you come until you fucking talk to me.” Her face falls but I refuse to give her time to doubt this moment. I pin her hips more firmly with mine. “You flirt with other men in front of me and I want to pull you over my knee and spank you.”
“I wasn’t flirting,” she argues, licking her lips again.
“Fuck,” I groan, following the journey of that soft, pink little tongue. I can’t hold back anymore. My lips are on hers in a flash, demanding and rough, forcing her mouth open to allow me entrance.
I want to do the same to her sweet little body—force her wide open to take me.
“Philip,” she gasps when I finally let her up for air. “Please don’t stop.” I clench my fingers lightly, reminding her who’s in charge here.
“That man wanted you, Lilah. And it made me want to beat the shit out of him.”
“But I didn’t want him,” she says. “So why does it matter?”
“Because you’re mine.”
She takes a deep breath and raises her chin. “I’m not yours, Philip.”
“Like hell you aren’t.”
I release her throat to grab her hips, lifting her against the wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” I growl, my tone allowing no space for argument. There’s a slight pause, like she’s trying to fight it, but then she obeys and the thrill of her compliance sends an electric buzz right down my spine.
“What are we doing?” she whispers as I walk her down the hall.
“We’re going to my bed,” I tell her. It’s not a question—this is happening, and we both know it. “Loosen my tie.”
If she’s confused by my command, she doesn’t show it. Her fingers do tremble a little as she reaches up to the silk knot at my throat. I like that trembling a whole hell of a lot. I wonder if her whole body will tremble when I push inside her.
Once in my room, I walk us straight to the bed and drop her, enjoying the little squeal she lets out when she bounces on my mattress. I go straight to work on my tie, finishing what she started in loosening it. She stares up at me from the mattress, chest rising and lowering rapidly with each of her shallow breaths.
“Do you know what’s going to happen now?”
She shakes her head, looking more than a little nervous. A good man probably wouldn’t be so turned on by that. I grin at her—I’ve never claimed to be a good man. “I’m going to make you feel good, Lilah.”
She shivers and my grin grows more wolfish. She’s so responsive to me. Fuck, this is going to be fun.
“Lie back,” I command, climbing onto the bed. “I want to see my pretty girl spread out on my bed.”
She does as I tell her and the sight takes my breath away. This is exactly where I’ve wanted her since the second I saw her walk onto that stage. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say, crawling over her prone body. “The only thing that could make you look better is if you were naked.” I lean down and press a hot, hard kiss to her mouth. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
I grab the front tie of her wrap dress and give it a solid tug. She gasps as the side of her dress comes free. I waste no time in peeling the fabric away, groaning at the scraps of pink lace and enticing glimpses of flesh I’ve revealed. My hands look huge against her body as I go to work on the inner tie. I can’t fucking wait to see what they look like cupping her breasts. Circling her waist. Grasping her ankles as I spread her legs and—
“Fuck, Lilah,” I groan as the knot comes loose, allowing me to peel away the rest of the fabric. The front of her body is bare to me now, and shit, what a fucking body.
I’d had a pretty good mental image of what she must look like under her clothes based on the hints I saw Saturday night. The nightie she’d worn up on stage had been nearly sheer, hinting at the curves and dips of her figure. But the hints hadn’t been enough to prepare me for what she would look like nearly bare.
She’s so perfect and it’s not nearly enough, all at the same time.
“These tits,” I mutter, tugging on the pink lace hiding her breasts. I want to get her completely naked but my control is close to shattering, already, and I have to see her now. I pull the cups down, freeing her tits over the lace, and let out another, louder groan as I take in the prettiest dusky rose nipples I’ve ever seen in my life. “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I’m not,” she whispers.
