Page 133 of Claim

Not to leave.

To come back different.

Focused. Controlled. Dangerous.

His hands were steady as he opened the lube and slicked his fingers. Every trace of frenzy had gone, stripped back to intent. Control. And he watched my face the whole time. Every breath. Every twitch. Every surrender. As if reminding himself exactly how to ruin me.

And I lay there and let him.

The threat of what he was about to do had me opening. Waiting. Offering myself up without a single touch. Then he pushed a slick finger into me and I gasped, arching off the bed as my body took him in, heat blooming, breath breaking. He stayed there a moment, stretching me, stroking, learning the shape of me again before adding another finger, drawing a sound out of me that didn’t feel human.

Only then did he move.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and lowered himself between them. He kissed the scar at my side first. Then my stomach. Then he travelled up my aching length, open-mouthed and unhurried. He licked the bead of precome from my tip, peering up at me before taking me deep, his throat working as his fingers continued their slow, devastating exploration inside me.

The noise tearing out of me was obscene.

I tangled my hands in his hair, holding him there, guiding him, losing any last scrap of composure to the heat of his mouth and the relentless pull inside me. He choked on me, a rough, broken groan vibrating through him as he worked me open, as he pushed me higher, rawer, until desperation took over.

Then, as I was right on the edge, he pulled away onto his knees

“Easy there, Tricky.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark and intense, before reaching for the lube again and coating himself, hard and flushed and as undone as I was. “Need in you.”

He worked himself slowly, unapologetically, letting me watch.

Letting me see the way his hand closed around his leaking cock, the way his fist tightened and eased, the way his head slipped in and out of his grip, swollen and dark, his jaw tightening, his eyes half-lidded as sensation rolled through him. He made no attempt to hide how much he wanted this. Wanted me. Then he leant over me, one hand braced at his base, the other pushing my leg back and open, spreading me for him.

His gaze lifted to mine. Steady. Searching. Possessive. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Fuck. Yeah.”

A smile curved his mouth.

Then he pushed into me and everything locked back into place.

“Oh… fuck. Yeah.” He drew back, shifted on his knees, hands sliding to the backs of my thighs, pulling me exactly where he wanted me, setting me so he could take everything.

Then he thrust.

His skin glistened as he built a rhythm, breath breaking, body driving into mine with purpose. “Oh, that feels so fucking good. Fuck. So good.”

He set the pace the way he always did once he found it and slid his hands under my thighs, hauling me closer, fitting me to him as if I’d been shaped for this. He bent over me, forehead dropping to mine, breath torn, every thrust of himself into the space between us dragging gasps and grunts out of us both.

“Look at you,” he panted, low and wrecked. “Fuck. Look at you. All mine.”

He shifted us, rolled us, moved me where he wanted me. Where he could see me, feel me, take everything I gave without restraint. I became nothing but sensation under his hands, something he could move and use and lose himself in. The bed creaked beneath us, beneath the way he drove into me as if proving to himself that we were real.

“Tris…” he breathed into the back of my neck when he had me on all fours, him behind me.

And there was something in the way he said my name that split me open. Not heat. Not need.

Claim.

He leant over me, one arm caging me in, the other sliding to me, working me as he moved.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” he grunted with every thrust. “You’ve got no idea.”

I tipped forward, and he slipped free, and I turned and wrapped myself around him instead. I dragged my hands through his hair and over his shoulders, drawing him down to me and pulling him closer even when there was nowhere left to go. He eased back into me as I curled my legs around his waist, chest to chest, mouth to mouth.