“Mmm,” I felt goose bumps rise all over my back.
“Do you?” his voice got huskier and his rhythm slowed.
“Yeah.”
“Who do you belong to, Claire?” he drove in deep and grazed my n****e with his thumbnail and then his hand slid up to hold my throat again in a softer hold. His other hand snaked over my hip and then his fingers were on my c**t.
“Who do you belong to? Do you belong to any man who isn’t me?”
“No,” I breathed.
He rotated his hips while he was inside me, eliciting a groan from me, then twisted my n****e ever so slightly, “Then who?”
Shivers ran up my body. He had the ridge of my ear in between his teeth, “Who?”
I rocked against him, “Ah!”
He pulled out most of the way and then pushed back in hard and I gasped again.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he said and the
