I wasn’t quite there, but he somehow knew I was right on the edge. He could read my body, read the heat in my eyes, feel the tightness that squeezed him with an iron grip. His words, his voice, the sexy look on his face, made me come and shed tears that trailed down my cheeks. My hips tried to buck against him but his wrists kept me in place, and he increased his pace at my enthusiasm, his chest turning red from a flush of arousal. “Bastien…”
“You’re my woman. Say it.”
I didn’t hesitate, swept up in the blissful throes of passion that scorched me from head to toe. “I’m your woman,” I said breathlessly.
“Damn right, you are.” He f****d me harder, pumping into me and giving me his full length, finishing me off while he reached his end. The sexiest moan came from his clenched jaw, his pump
