She’s so busy moaning and screaming that she doesn’t answer. So I repeat myself, louder this time.
“I’m not gonna stop until I hear you say it. Who do you belong to?”
Her eyes find mine. She looks wild, completely undone. Hair flying untamed, eyes bright with lust, cheeks flush with fire. “You,” she gasps. “Only you.”
“Good girl,” I growl, increasing the speed and strength of my thrusts as reward.
Her screams spur me on faster and faster. I’m not sure how, but somewhere between her orgasm and mine, I find our hands interlinked, fingers entwined together, gripping tight. I’m balls-deep inside of her—and yet holding hands is a million times more intimate. It reminds of the first night we did this, when I kissed her while we f****d. There’s a line being crossed. One I never saw coming, bu
