“So many fucking consequences.” I kissed her throat, unsheathing my teeth to bite right over her artery. My teeth tingled to puncture her skin. My instincts more primitive than restrained at that moment. “Repeat what you said, Jinx. And I might show you my surprise.”
Her hips rocked backward, bumping into my throbbing erection. “Your surprise being your cock?”
I bit her harder, rubbing myself against the seam of her ass. “I’ll give you my cock in a way you haven’t experienced before.”
She shivered. “Show me.”
“Do what I commanded first.” I pulled my fingers free, spreading her wet desire over her belly as I stroked my way to her heavy breasts. Her necklaces clinked as I shoved them aside and pinched her nipples. “Do it.”
She groaned as I touched her, wobbling in my hold. “I said you’re bossy and controlling...and still act as if you own me when really...I own you.”
“Did you pay half a million dollars for me?” I kissed along her throat, inhaling her wicked scent of orchids and whatever perfumed body wash the Hawks stocked in their showers.
“No. And besides, I now own every penny you have, so technically that money is mine and I am priceless.”
“That might be, but did you kidnap and hold me hostage?”
“Yes. Hell, yes,” she moaned as I squeezed her breasts. One in each hand, claiming her for my own. “You might’ve paid money to steal me, Sully, but the moment we met, it was me who stole you.”
“And you think that gives you power over me?” I rocked my hips into her, faster and harder, driving myself to an orgasm just from pure friction.
“Definitely.” She gasped as I kicked her legs apart. Screw the surprise. She needed reminding who was in charge.
Who owned who?
I did.
I owned every part of her because I couldn’t survive if I didn’t.
It didn’t matter that every word she moaned was right.
She owned me.
She’d corrupted me the second she’d landed on my shores.
“You might regret saying that, Jinx.” I grabbed the base of my cock and shoved away the loincloth, lining up with her pussy. “I might need to give you a lesson in ownership.”
“And prove my point?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “That you belong to me? That I can make you kneel with just a word or beg at my feet with just a touch?”
“The point being you own a monster, not just a man in love with you.” I thrust.
Swift and savage.
I stabbed inside her with no finesse, and her mouth opened on a silent scream. Cupping her throat, I tilted her head back until my lips slammed over hers, swallowing that silent scream, kissing her as deep as I could.
She convulsed in my arms as I drove up into her again and again. I fucked her against the ladder, dropping all my guards and defences.
Her hands clawed at the rungs, doing her best to withstand my takeover, all while her legs spread in wanton welcome.
“Yes. Oh, god, yes,” she hissed, her mouth slick and hot beneath mine.
Our tongues tangled and knotted as we gave ourselves over to basic copulation. We didn’t touch other than where our bodies connected. My hands planted over hers on the rungs, giving me purchase to thrust harder and fiercer inside her.
I wanted her to have bruises.
I wanted her to feel my possession for days after this.
“I own your every breath, Eleanor. Do you deny it?” I kissed her faster, messier. “I own your moans, your begs, your vows. Try to say that I don’t.”
She shook her head, her mouth seeking mine, a bone-deep gasp shaking her as I continued to pump hard. “I don’t. I don’t deny it.” Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes snapped closed as I let go of every humanity and gave everything that I was to this woman.
I fed her my body and my heart.
I let her feel my trembles at how honoured I was to fuck her.
I let her see my soul at how privileged I was to love her.
And when she let go, matching me in every broken way possible, I came.
I jerked and spurted into my gorgeous wife and cried out as her own release followed mine; her inner muscles milking my cock, the powerful waves of pleasure dragging out the final lapse of my own.
As quickly as our lovemaking began, it was over, and we both stood there, breathing hard with our shared climaxes sticky and binding us together.
Nudging away her heat-damp hair, I kissed her nape. “I will never get enough of you.”
“I’m glad.” She groaned as I withdrew, wincing a little at the sensitivity. “Ditto.”
A droplet of our combined orgasms plopped to the bamboo floor.
Eleanor blushed. “Good job this is a fantasy. Otherwise, I’d be mopping these floors later.”
I grinned. “I’m sure a maid fantasy could be arranged. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I could happily indulge in a rich aristocrat having his horny way with the innocent housekeeper.”