Page 61 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
His gravel-rough voice sears me, making me shiver.
My thighs clench. I hate this. Hate him. But I kneel up to follow his command.
“I’m waiting.”
Refusing to look up at him, more uncertain than I’ve ever been in my life, I slide my trembling hands up his muscular thighs.
He presses his cock against my lips. “Taste me.”
To reinforce his demand, he captures my face between his palms.
Having no choice—and not wanting one—I lick the salty drop of precum from his slit.
“That’s it, my sweet little innocent. I want to fucking corrupt you.”
A man’s approval is new to me, and it emboldens me.
Shutting out everything else, I flick my tongue against his cockhead. His scent floods me—musk, salt, power. It’s intoxicating.
Dorian growls, low, guttural, a rumble that sends arousal through me. “Yeah. That’s it.” He digs his fingers into my scalp, forcing himself deeper.
Suddenly unable to breathe, I gag. My throat’s burning, and my eyes sting with blinding tears.
But because he’s holding me so tight, I can’t pull back. Want and anger twist into a knot I can’t untangle.
His hips jerk, and his cock pulses against my tongue.
Desperate for some kind of control, I grab hold of his waist, hoping against hope that I can push myself back from him. But he’s all angular and hard, a rock that I can’t budge.
He begins to move faster and faster. Impossibly his length seems to grow in my mouth. I can’t do this.
Deep in his throat, Dorian groans.
Is he close to coming?
Then moments later, he abruptly pulls my head back. His eyes are stoked with flames, leaving me confused. “Not yet.”
My lips are swollen, and the taste of him fills my mouth.
In a single movement, he brings me to my feet and liftsme from the floor, but there’s nothing kind about the way he holds me.
The lapels of my robe fall even farther open, and cool air kisses my bare skin as he carries me to the bed.
Before I’m fully prepared, he deposits me on the edge of the mattress.
Trying to catch my breath, I scramble backward, desperate to escape him.
“Not so fast.” He grabs me and drags me back to where I was.
Then, with his palms flat on my chest, he pushes me back and pins me down. “Stay there.” The words are wrapped in threat, his voice as cold and commanding as it was a few minutes ago.
Kneeling on the floor, he wedges my thighs apart with his broad, unyielding shoulders, forcing me wide. I’m exposed to him with his hot breath on my core.
Before I’m ready, he lowers his mouth to my pussy. “No!”
Using his lips and tongue, he claims me with ruthless hunger.
Brennan is there, watching, his cock hard.
