Page 96 of Earning Her Trust
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets. “Owen, please?—”
He lifted his head just enough to say, “Not until I tell you,” before returning to his task with renewed focus.
The dual assault of his mouth and fingers had her hovering on the edge within minutes. Her thighs trembled, her back arching off the bed as she fought against the impending release.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need to come. Please.”
He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers over the plane of her stomach. His mouth was wet with her arousal, his eyes dark with hunger. “Not yet,” he said, and the denial was both torture and the sweetest agony. “You’re not coming again until I’m buried inside you.”
He rose from the bed and shed his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already glistening with pre-come.
Naomi’s mouth went dry at the sight of him.
“You want that?” he asked, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking once, twice. “My cock so deep inside you that you feel me in your throat?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”
She watched, transfixed, as he reached for his jeans and pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper with his teeth. The sight of him rolling it on, his eyes never leaving hers, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
He climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, not pushing in, just resting there.
“We do this, you’re mine,” he said, his voice like gravel. “I will brand myself into your skin. You understand that?”
The possessiveness in his tone should have bothered her. She wasn’t anyone’s possession, had never belonged to anyone but herself. But no one had ever wanted her like this, with such raw intensity. The fox pendant lay cool against her throat, a reminder of his promise to protect her, to come for her no matter what.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, and meant it.
He pushed into her then, one long, slow thrust that filled her completely. The stretch burned in the most delicious way, her body adjusting to his size. When he was fully seated, he paused, giving her time to acclimate.
“You okay?” he asked, a flicker of concern breaking through his dominant facade.
She nodded, unable to form words. He felt perfect inside her, like he was made to fit her body.
He began to move, setting a deliberate pace that had her gasping with each thrust. His strokes were deep and measured, hitting spots inside her that made her vision blur.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, his control slipping. “So tight, so wet for me.”
The praise washed over her, heightening her pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist, changing the angle so he drove even deeper.
“Harder,” she demanded, digging her heels into his lower back.
His eyes flashed, and for a moment she thought he might deny her again, might maintain that iron control. Instead, he growled low in his throat and complied, his hips snapping forward, pinning her to the mattresses.
The new pace was relentless, every thrust winding her tighter, the pressure at her core gathering and gathering, the promise of release pulled taut as wire.
“Owen,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back. “I’m close.”
He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit with unerring precision. “Come for me, Fury,” he commanded, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves as he continued to thrust. “Now.”
The permission, combined with the dual stimulation, sent her hurtling over the edge. She came with a cry, her body clenching around him in pulsing waves of pleasure. Stars burst behind her eyelids as the orgasm rolled through her, more intense than anything she’d ever experienced.
He didn’t slow, didn’t stop, driving her through the peak and into a second climax that crashed over her before the first had fully subsided. This time she screamed his name, her body arching off the bed as the pleasure bordered on pain.
Only then did he let go, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own release. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her and came, his body shuddering against hers.
For long moments afterward, they lay tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin, breath gradually slowing. His weight pressed her into the mattress, but she welcomed it, wanted to keep him close, inside her, for as long as possible.
Finally, he shifted, careful not to crush her, and rolled to his side to deal with the condom. When he returned, his arm immediately snaked around her waist, pulling her against him. The fox pendant had twisted during their lovemaking, and he reached out to straighten it, his fingers lingering on the silver charm.
