Page 25 of Taken in the Tree Farm
"I want to see your face when I take you this time," I say, withdrawing my fingers and settling between her thighs. "Let me see every expression."
I push the robe up around her waist and position myself at her entrance. She's watching me with wide eyes, vulnerable and open. The fight has been fucked out of her, leaving only this raw honesty between us.
I push inside slowly, giving her time to adjust despite how ready she is. The angle is different like this—deeper, more intimate. I can see her face clearly in the firelight, I can watch every flutter of her eyelashes, every parting of her lips.
"So beautiful," I murmur, settling fully inside her. "Do you feel how perfectly you take me? How your body was made for this?"
She whimpers, her hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders. Not pushing away. Pulling me closer.
I start moving, and the pace is nothing like before. This is slow. Each thrust easy and deep, designed to make her feel every inch of me. I brace myself on my forearms so I can watch her face, and see every reaction.
Her eyes stay locked on mine, and like she's seeing me for the first time.
"You feel incredible," I tell her. "So tight. So perfect. So completely mine."
"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, and I don't think she even realizes she's saying it.
I shift slightly, changing the angle, and when I thrust in again, I hit that spot deep inside that makes her cry out. I do it again. And again. Finding the rhythm that makes her eyes roll back, that makes her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"That's it," I tell her. "Take my cock as deep as you need."
Her hips start moving with mine, meeting each thrust, creating friction that has both of us breathing harder. The slow pace is torturous in the best way—building pleasure gradually but inexorably, winding tighter with each stroke.
I reach between us and find her clit, rubbing in slow circles that match my thrusts. She's close already, her body so primed from the previous orgasms that it doesn't take much to push her toward the edge again.
"I can't come again," she gasps, even as her inner walls flutter around my cock. "It's too much."
"Yes, you can." I press harder against her clit, maintaining that steady rhythm. "Your body will give me everything I want. And I want this. You want me to feel you come around my cock while you're looking in my eyes, don’t you?"
"Please—"
"Please what?" I thrust deeper, harder as I cut her off. "Please make you come harder? Tell me what you want, sugarplum."
"Don't stop," she sobs. "Please don't stop."
"Never." I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss. "I'm never going to stop. You're mine now."
The word triggers something in her. Her whole body tenses, and I feel her orgasm building rapidly. I increase my pace just slightly, rubbing her clit with more pressure, driving into her with purpose.
"Come for me," I growl against her lips. "One more time. Give me one more."
She breaks with a cry that I swallow with my mouth, her pussy clenching around me in waves. I fuck her through it, maintaining that steady rhythm even as her body convulses beneath me. The orgasm goes on longer than the previous ones, rolling through her in slow waves that leave her trembling and gasping.
I'm close to my own release, the combination of her tight heat and those desperate sounds pushing me toward the edge. But I force myself to slow down, to make this last, to wring every last aftershock from her body before I let myself go.
When she finally goes limp beneath me, completely spent, I allow myself to chase my own pleasure. A dozen more thrusts—deep and hard andclaiming—before I'm coming inside her for the second time tonight, marking her from the inside out.
I collapse beside her, both of us breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. I pull her against my chest immediately, unwilling to have space between us, needing to feel her warmth against me.
She doesn't resist, just curls into my body like she belongs there.
Because she does.
We lie there in silence for several minutes, the only sounds are our gradually steadying breaths and the crackle of the fire. Istroke her hair absently, feeling the way her body slowly relaxes completely, the fight finally gone, replaced by trust.
She trusts me. It's everything I wanted. Everything I've been working toward.
"What happens now?" she asks quietly, her voice muffled against my chest.
