Page 34 of No Strings Attached
Henson doesn’t pull away until I collapse back against the desk, boneless and spent.
Only then does he rise slowly, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, that wicked, satisfied grin curling the edge of his lips.
“Messy, but fucking worth it.” He brushes my hair back from my damp forehead. I blink up at him, still dazed, heart pounding in my chest.
Henson comes close, mouth at my ear again. “I’m not done with you yet, Temptress.”
The nickname sends a shiver down my spine.
“Turn around. Face down. Ass up.”
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SAY YOU’RE MINE
HENSON
Amira turns around without hesitation, so obedient it nearly ruins me.
Her hands brace against the desk, back arched just enough to make me see stars.
I push her panties to the side and step in close, lining myself up, my cock already hard and throbbing from tasting her, hearing her, feeling her come undone.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, more to myself than her, my hands gripping her hips. “Every fucking inch of you.”
I push inside.
She whimpers and my jaw clenches from the way she grips me, tight, wet, and pulsing with aftershocks. It takes everything I have not to come on the spot.
“Fuck, Mira.” My fingers dig into her ass as I bottom out slowly, savoring every inch of the way she takes me.
So warm. Sofuckingperfect.
I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, and Amira jerks forward with the motion. She catches herself with a squeal, her palms sliding on the polished wood.
“Keep your hands there and don’t move.”
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a claim, each moan that escapes her lips only spurring me on.
“You feel that?” I growl, grinding into her as my mouth skims her shoulder. “That’s what you get for acting like I was just a mistake. As if you could use me for one night and walk away like it meant nothing.”
Amira whimpers.
I move one hand between her thighs, finding her clit, and she jolts, her body trembling beneath me.
“Right now, you’re mine, Mira,” I hiss against her skin. “Say it.”
She doesn’t, so I fuck her harder.
“You. Are. Mine.” My voice sounds barely human.
Still, she doesn’t speak, doesn’t give me the words I need. I grip her tighter, one hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as I pull her up so her back presses to my chest.
Her head tilts, exposing the line of her neck, and I drag my mouth along her skin, teeth grazing the delicate curve just beneath her ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
Amira gasps, trembling. “I?—”
“Say it.”
