“You don’t get to own a person.” I grab at his shoulders and ride his hand. The things he can do with his fingers defy all logic and reason.
“I don’t?” He thrusts his fingers so deep that I choke on my breath and whimper when he curls them inside me. He hits the sensitive spot on my upper wall, and I come in an instant—violently.
I’m still panting, trying to catch my breath, when he covers me with his body, pressing me into the bed.
“You weigh a ton, Salvatore,” I choke out, then gasp when his fingers are replaced by his steel-hard c**k.
“Who . . .”—he slides the tip inside, but so very slowly I want to groan in frustration—“owns you, cara?”
I meet his hawkish gaze, smile, and move my hand to his neck. When I tighten my hold, Salvatore lets out a growl and thrusts his c**k all the way
