Her eyes go wide and she stares up at me.
"I will keffing destroy anyone who ever even breathes in your vicinity," I grit, surging forward to claim her. She gasps, her legs going around my hips, and I'm dying to kiss her, but our heights don't match up. All I can do is hold myself protectively over her as we mate, as if shielding her from the rest of the universe. "I will gut them with my bare hands if they so much as speak to you."
Alice trembles under me. She reaches up and puts her fingers to my mouth, her expression one of sheer need.
I'm not done with her, though. I'm just getting started.
I thrust gently, gauging her reaction. She's slick and tight, but when her lips part and she makes a little sigh of pleasure, it gives me the confidence to be a little rougher. "You belong to me, Alice." I punctuate each thought with another possessive thrust. "If you ever feel threatened, I'll handle it." Thrust. "If you ever feel scared, I'll be there for you." Thrust. "If you ever, ever so much as break a nail, I want to be the one to fix it for you."
She moans, holding onto me as I pump into her. Her gaze is locked on mine, her mouth open slightly and she makes a little keening noise every time I thrust again. "You…want to own me?" she gasps, moving frantically under me. "Is that it?"
If only it were that simple. I rock into her, loving the groan she makes when I go deep. Her cunt tightens around me, rippling, and she whimpers as I pound into her. "You don't get it when I say you're mine," I growl. I'm speeding up, as if heading toward a cliff. Doesn't matter that I wanted to go slow and savor things—I'm seated deep in the most glorious female in the universe and it won't take long for me to come. Not with her looking up at me with those heartbreaking eyes or making those little gasps every time I stroke deep. "When I say you belong to me," I tell her between thrusts, "it doesn't mean that I own you. It means that I live for every breath you take, every twitch of your eyelash, every smile. It means I'll do whatever it takes to make you laugh. It may sound like I own you, but the opposite is true. You own me, my heart, my head, my spirit. I belong entirely to you."
Alice makes a choked sound and her legs tighten around me. She tries to draw up every time she comes, as if her legs are knotting up, and I know she's on the edge of her release.
"So yeah, Sunshine," I manage as I drive into her. "You're keffing mine. Understand?"
"Kas," she manages, frantic and lost in pleasure. "Kas. I'm so close."
"I know," I tell her. "I have you." I rock slower, making sure to drag my spur against that spot she loves so much. I circle my hips, and when she makes this undignified wheezing sound and her cunt clenches tight around me, I know she's there. "I have you," I say again, thrusting deep. "I have you."
And I do. When she comes, I've never felt anything better. Not even when I come a few moments later.
49
ALICE
Between the piercings and the spur, I'm dead.
With the fervent declarations interspersed with the dirty talk? I'm deader than dead. Kaspar has utterly destroyed me with an epic round of sex, and I don't know if I'll ever be the same. I'm pretty sure he was throwing out all kinds of sexy pillow talk and I just lay there and wheezed like a dying moose.
I'm not unhappy about it, though. Not in the slightest.
I slide my hand between my thighs. The moment Kaspar came, he got the most heavenly look on his pretty face as he came, filling me with his release. He's on the bed now, curled up next to me and playing with my hair, a heavy arm thrown over my shoulders. I need to get up to use the bathroom—and I will, soon—but for now I'm content to just drift in bliss for a bit. I touch my clit. Funny how a spur can feel so wrong with someone else and hit me in just the perfect spot with Kas. It rubbed and rubbed just under my clit, just enough to make me want to crawl out of my own skin in the very best way. And the piercings inside? It found a spot I didn't even know existed and rubbed against it with every stroke.
My legs feel as if they're going to be permanently clenched with pleasure. I'm going to be bow-legged and hunched, and when Jade and Ruth and Helen see me again, I'll have to tell them I was dicked to death. That I had sex with Kas once and got completely and utterly addicted.