Page 99 of Claim Me

“Mine.” I kissed each mark before spreading her open and dipping my mouth to run along her slick heat.

“Oh,” she gasped as my tongue plunged inside her. She tasted like heaven—or as close as a man like me would ever come. I continued to devour her but this time all I cared about was her pleasure. There was no pain except the lingering sting of her submission.

“X,” she called as her body continued to tremble, “I need you to fuck me. Please, I need your cock.”

It was hard to refuse, even if I wasn’t through with my plans for her, but I’d never been able to deny her that. I pushed to my feet and whipped my belt loose, opening my fly to free my cock. It fell heavily into my hand.

“Thank God for high heels,” I said as I moved behind her. She giggled, the sound settling like a melody over my heart. Leaning against her, I drew her hands over her and pinned them together in one of mine. “A little wider.”

She stepped to the side, allowing me better access, and I positioned my cock at her entrance, slipping the tip inside her.

“You asked nicely, but what did you do wrong, Poppet?” I had her at my mercy, which was the best opportunity for education.

“I spoke.” She sounded crestfallen by her mistake.

“When I told you not to.” I kissed her shoulder to give her some comfort. “You always have a voice with me, but when you submit to me, you only have one word.”

She nodded.

“Good girl,” I soothed her. “Now you have your voice back. What do you need to ask me?”

“To fuck me,” she said, the edge of desperation there. I could already feel her channel tightening against my tip. She wouldn’t last through one thrust. “Please will you fuck me?”

“Yes, Poppet.” I wanted to slam into her. Instead, I slid in inch-by-inch knowing it would dull her orgasm into a lingering ache that primed her for another.

She cried out as I tortured her with deliberation, enjoying each pulse squeezing my cock and drawing me toward my own release. Her breath turned to pants, shallow and near panic as the climax failed to diminish.

“Now you’re ready,” I whispered before thrusting into her. We moved together in a rhythm that belonged only to us— a symphony of pain and bliss we wrote together.

She went limp with a strangled cry, and I caught her quickly, keeping her on her feet. Her body sagged against me, her face turning up to give me her mouth. The last bit of her to claim. I captured it with my own and erased the rest of her world and replaced it with me.

We lingered in the gallery on a bench, her in my lap while I kissed her shoulders and waited for her to find her way back to the present. When she returned, I helped her into her dress, allowing her time to marvel at the lingering marks on her breasts. I would ask her later what she preferred, but I noted her pleasure at our newest discovery.

“Am I presentable?” she asked, coming out from the loo. I’d waited by the door, guarding her myself, unable to allow anyone else the responsibility for the moment.

“You’re not just presentable,” I said leaning to kiss her. “You’re fuckable.”

“That wasn’t what I was going for.” She pushed against me, “If we don’t go back now, we never will—and we might be missed.”

We strolled through the main hall, not bothering to smother our smiles. Rounding the corner, we met up with Edward who gawked at us.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you for an hour!”

I examined my knuckles, remembering how I’d spent that hour. “Was it that long?”

Clara giggled, and that combined with her flushed face made it obvious how we’d spent that time.

“Obviously I need to separate you two in public places,” he said with a groan. “There’s a party and there’s a cake and a lot of people getting grumpy waiting to eat it.”

“By a lot of people—you mean Belle?” Clara guessed.

“Yes. Sarah wants the family to help her cut it.”

“You two go.” She held up a hand when he started to protest. “I need to sit down.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, keeping my voice casual enough that I hoped my brother didn’t pick up on the double meaning.

“Yes, go! I’m fine. I’ll find Belle.”