His cock is almost all the way in, and I’m writhing under him, needing more. Needing friction. I start to twist my hips, and he groans, feeling it, feeling me intentionally squeezing myself around him. He bites my throat, and I cry out, coming around his cock.
‘Fuck.’
His hips begin driving into me.
I feel like I lose consciousness. I feel like I slip into another realm, with how good it feels to have his cock inside me. It spreads me open, brushing every single nerve, every single inch. My eyes are rolled, my head thrown back, my mouth open in a continuous cycle of moans.
Yes, yes, yes, my primal side is screaming. This is everything. This is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Jude lifts himself from me, leaning on his arms as he continues to piston his hips. He’s groaning, praising, watching my breasts bounce with his thrusts.
‘Sybbie, you’re fucking perfect,’ he whispers. ‘Oh, fuck. I’m all yours, sweetheart. I’m all fucking yours.’
I moan, nodding, and every fibre of my being agrees with him.
He is mine, and he has been since the first moment I laid eyes on him.
‘You’re mine,’ I moan, running my fingers over the hairs on his belly and chest.
His eyes flick to my face, brow buckling, the surprise there unmistakable. ‘Sybbie… I’m yours.’
‘Yes,’ I agree, moaning as his cock brushes against my G-spot. ‘And I’m yours.’
He makes a sound that piques my primal side. And when he turns me around on the bed and buries himself into me from behind, my spine curls, and I scream.
‘Yes!’
‘You’re mine,’ he groans, gripping my hips and driving himself harder.
I can feel his cock beginning to swell inside me.
My eyes roll back.
His hand grips my hair and brings my neck to him as he bends against me. And I thrust back, submitting to him as his mouth opens against the gland on the back of my neck.
‘Mine,’ he says against the skin there.
I shudder, moaning, pleading with him. ‘Mark me.’
‘Mine…’ He groans, licking my gland. ‘Fuck, Sybbie.’ He sinks against me, his hips canting, slow and methodical. My pussy flutters around him. ‘Mine,’ he grunts again. ‘Mine.’
I see stars.
His cock continues to swell.
His mouth opens on my neck, and I feel the bite of his teeth.
‘Yes.’
‘Mine,’ he says again, nipping my skin. ‘My mate.’
My brain fizzles. I jerk my head up, heart stuttering.
‘What?’
Jude’s hips pause. He’s breathing heavily, as if he’s just snapped from a trance.
‘What?’