Page 84 of Jetmir

He straightened, his chin glistening with evidence of my arousal and feral hunger in his eyes. His hand brushed against my cheek, and I had to fight the urge to rub my face into his big palm.

“Brace yourself.” He nodded to my arms, then continued kissing my neck. “Fuck, my mouth belongs on your neck. Always did and always will.”

“Please,” I begged, my head tilted back and my eyes closed. This man made my body burn. The ache between my legs intensified with each second that ticked by.

“Angel, open your eyes.” His voice was hoarse, desire thick in it. I forced my eyes open, watching him through my heavy eyelids. “Your eyes on me so there’s no mistake who’s fucking you.”

“As if I could ever mistake you for anyone else,” I croaked.

He chuckled darkly. “Good. I’m glad to hear you admit you’re as obsessed as I am.”

“I never said I was obsessed,” I retorted.

“But I did,” he growled into my ear, sending my body into a full-blown inferno. This had to be the sweetest hell.

Without a warning, his hand reached behind my head, fisting my hair into his grip. Not hard, but firm enough to control me.

His mouth found mine for a searing kiss, his tongue pushing through my lips. The kiss was hard and possessive. My body was sensitive from the orgasm that just shattered me, and he was setting off the flames all over again.

My hands frantically roamed his sculptured abs and reached for the hem of his gray sweatpants.

I was eager to have him naked. I frantically pushed them off, needing to feel him inside me.

He kicked the pants off while I shamelessly admired his body.

“Still no boxers, huh?” I half teased, staring at his cock as it sprang free.

My eyes trailed from his tanned, muscled legs, up his torso. His hard cock was beautiful, making my mouth water.

I skimmed my fingers along his six-pack, trailing each rigid line while my hands trembled with intense desire. I pressed my palm against the right side of his neck, his pulse thundering under my touch.

He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, making the ache between my legs intensify and begging to be eased.

Raising my head, our eyes met. There was something feral in the depths of his eyes. Feral and obsessed.

Before I took the next breath, his hands grabbed my ass and lifted me off the counter.

“What—”

His mouth swallowed my question. Several strides and he had me pressed against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on. Taking both of my hands, he raised them above my head, pressing them against the wall.

“Don’t come until I say so,” he ordered, his lips brushing against mine and his voice hoarse. “And keep your hands above your head.”

His hands came down to my soft hips, and in one swift move, he entered me brutally, filling me to the hilt. He pushed his hips, filling me even deeper and I hissed out a breath. He lit me up, like a match to gasoline.

“Don’t ever forget who owns you,” he rasped hard. “And don’t ever leave me again.”

“W-what?” My brain was in scrambles.

“I own you.” His voice was rough, his mouth greedy on me. A deep part of me wanted to tell him off but an even deeper part of me wanted to give in to him. In fact, I was giving in to him. At least for the night.

He moved my neck to the side, and I hissed when he bit my collarbone. He immediately followed by sucking at the skin, easing the sting. He moved, pumping in and out of me, hard and ruthless.

A soft whimper escaped my lips, with every slip of his hard shaft pushing hitting that sweet spot.

He moved faster, pumping harder, overwhelming me.

“I will never let you go,” he vowed, his voice thick with feelings. He pulled out of me and then came back in with full force. “You are mine. We made a vow in front of God. Say that you’re mine forever.”