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Tobias told me he isn't a patient man, but he takes his time filling me, and the sharp feeling of stretching morphs gradually into a pleasurable fullness. It's the best thing I've ever felt.
Once he's fully seated inside me, he doesn't move. He looks down at me, a smile on his lips, and says, "God, you feel so fucking good, Teagan. You're perfect. Your pussy is made for my cock."
I moan and buck beneath him, urging him to move.
He leans down and kisses me, whispering, "Patience, baby girl. I want to savor every second of this."
His mouth finds the crook of my neck and begins to trail kisses and licks there, making my whole body shiver. As his mouth explores my skin, Tobias begins to move his hips. It's slow at first, but then his thrusts become faster and harder, and the bed is rocking. Each thrust has him pushing against that secret spot inside of me, and the sensation is so deep and intense that I know I’m going to come harder than I’ve thought possible. My legs are shaking, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.
I'm gasping, moaning, crying out his name. "Tobias!"
He groans and buries his face against my neck, breathing me in. His thrusts are harder now, and I can tell by the sound of his breath in my ear that he's just as close as I am.
"Untie me," I beg. "Please, I'm dying to touch you."
He growls, a low rumbling in his chest, and I'm sure he's going to deny me. At the last second, though, his hand shoots up and he pulls the knot free, and I can finally put my hands against the warm skin of his chest, caressing him and wrapping my arms around his neck as he takes me with hard, merciless strokes.
He pulls his head up, and his eyes lock onto mine. "Come for me," he demands.
I gasp, the dirty words making the pleasure in the pit of my stomach swell. It's all so overwhelming. He’s everywhere, his hands and mouth roaming my body, his thick girth driving into me. All the sensations build, and the next time his hips rock against mine, I break.
It all sends me spiraling, and the orgasm I've been chasing crashes through me. Tobias isn't far behind, and as I convulse around him, his whole body stiffens. With a final thrust, he fills me with his release, his rigid tool buried to the hilt.
"Fuck, Teagan," he gasps, pressing his forehead to mine.
We're both sweaty and panting, and for a moment, we stay there, just enjoying the moment and the afterglow. When he finally does move, he slides out of me slowly, and I whimper at the feeling.
He rolls off the bed and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth that he uses to clean us up. He throws the cloth onto the floor before settling into the bed and pulling me into his arms.
"How are you doing?" he asks. "Are you sore?"
"Only a little," I admit.
"Then you'll be just fine for the next round."
"The next round?" I ask, surprised.
He grins. "You don't think this is over, do you? This was just round one, and if you think I'm letting you go now that I have you, you're sorely mistaken."
8
TOBIAS
Teagan is finishing her breakfast, chasing it with enough coffee to give anyone the shakes, but I guess I can't blame her.
It's late afternoon, and I kept her in bed for hours this morning. Now she's mine for good. My touch, my ownership, is written all over her body. My name is the only one she'll ever cry, and my bed is the one she'll sleep in for the rest of her life.
My Teagan. My girl.
I have to step outside, though, to get away from her for a minute to take care of some business. I pull out my phone, thinking about what kept me from joining her late last night. The call that pulled me away and made me have to pick up some old habits that I'd hoped to be done with forever. I sink down into one of the lounge chairs and sigh, recalling everything that happened just the night before.
Some of my old contacts had come through much faster than I thought, and when I left Teagan alone last night, it was because the person calling me was someone I had to settle things with. I don’t regret for a minute scaring the shit out of her manager, but the fact that he’s distantly related to the Delvecchio family put me in hot water.
Normally, I wouldn’t let it faze me. I run a security firm for fuck’s sake, so I’m pretty well protected myself. But I don’t want anything or anyone to even think of messing with Teagan. So I put out some feelers after my chat with Ian and let it be known that I’m willing to talk if the head of the family—Paulie—is open to it too.
It took him less than a day to call, but Paulie Delvecchio wasn't happy to talk to me—I know that for a fact. But it's his family I had to make things right with if I was going to have any hope of a peaceful future with Teagan.
"My cousin doesn't have many good things to say about you," Paulie had said in greeting. "He called you a hothead and said you attacked him in his own store, which, in reality, is my store. All over some waitress. Is that right?"
