Indulge: Second Chance Romance

18- All Mine

Ellie



Come morning, I didn’t want to move. I had scheduled properties to look at, and I couldn’t truly complain about my screaming muscles.

It was that good kind of pain—the feeling of accomplishment that lazily dissipated with a good stretch or gentle rub.

“Time to wake up, Dove.”

Hell, if the feeling of every muscle being reverted to a pile of magical pudding wasn’t reward enough, waking up to his face was. I turned in the twisted covers, unwittingly burritoing myself in the softest sheets I had ever felt, to look up at him.

There was no complaint about him pulling me from the deep slumber. After all, no dream could match the reality I was living. The fresh hunger in his bright eyes couldn’t be ignored either.

The blush that warmed my cheeks when his hand tangled in my hair was the opposite of my abused core, still leaking with a simple glance.

“Later,” DJ promised, seeming to read my mind again. I tried to hide my face, but he stopped me.

“Never hide that beautiful face from me.” He set down the coffee he held in his other hand, smoothing my hair back before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Sweet quickly turned to coaxing, and before I knew it, I was pulling, panting, and pushing for more all over again.

“No time for that this morning, Dove.” His groan vibrated as his powerful body flexed, controlled even as he pulled back.

“Sorry,” I chirped. Even my abs were sore from how hard he had made me scream. I wondered if these rooms were soundproof, or if the locals were simply used to good s*x sounding like someone was being murdered.

Dark way to think, but the things that had come out of my mouth weren’t sounds I believed my vocal cords were capable of. Breaking with my breath every other heartbeat couldn’t have been enjoyable for anyone listening.

Face buried in my hands, knees pulled up, I sat against the headboard, feeling the crusted drool on my chin as my face shifted into new, sore expressions.

“Never apologize for wanting me.”

That tone was back. The three-octave dip that felt like a volcanic tremor in my already heating core.

“Always voice your wants and needs.”

“Okay,” I whispered sheepishly.

“Not good enough.” The words alone carried the phantom sting on my backside, and heaven help me, a moan might have escaped if I shifted my hips in anticipation. His firm grip in my hair tingled deliciously as he directed my eyes back to his.

“It’s all mine, Dove.” DJ softened his tone, but not the grip that sent sparks over my scalp. Every touch was measured, controlled. He was a master of his strength, utterly deliberate in every ounce of pressure.

It could have hurt—but instead, it electrified. Teasing me was how he demanded my undivided attention.

“Every blush, every sound, every expression. Every single response to the pleasures only I can give you belong solely to me. So never deny me that praise. Never hide the fact that I affect you as much as you do me, Ellie.”

His eyes were molten as they fell to my lips. Right before the pressure of his hand eased, tingles cascaded down my scalp into a full-body hum as his mouth crashed against mine.

DJ was ravenous, tearing the sheets aside and letting the towel slip from his hips in a single, fluid motion.

“I thought…” I didn’t know what I thought. I didn’t think I cared either, not when he pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. His weight pressed down, and the simple grind of his body had my eyes rolling back.

I didn’t fight the hold. Instead, I clutched it, arched, and submitted to the whips of pleasure arcing through me.

“Look at me,” DJ demanded. “Watch my d**k fill up this dripping cunt.”

I tried. Lord, I tried to keep my eyes between our bodies. All I had wanted the night before was to watch—to witness the deity on top of me.

To marvel at every powerful inch of him thrusting into my body. To see the raw beast beneath his skin when he finally snapped from restraint as badly as I needed him to.

When he had pulled his hand away with my knees down and ass up, I had never been more desperate. The teasing silk from my complimentary robe became an instrument of torture as he traced every line of my body with it, following it with his hard palm when I failed to obey quickly enough.

Want and need weren’t separate anymore—they had merged into one starved, howling demon inside me. His commands dragged prayers and pleas from my throat every time he edged me close, only to pull away again.

“You said you wanted to thank me, sweet girl.” His taunt burned through the haze as he held up the vibrator that had pushed me to my limit. At my wits' end, he had edged me with it, only to cut the vibration before the explosion could detonate.

The sting of it left me aching to the point of tears.

“You told me I’d done so much, been so good to you.” His eyes blazed as he kept the buzzing toy out of reach, his grip cruel in its steadiness. I didn’t feel grateful in that moment. Not when my voice was shredded from moans, pants, and broken cries his hands, tongue, and silk had already dragged out of me.

DJ had explored me with patience and precision, making a wonderland out of my skin. Every tool at his disposal revealed spots I hadn’t known existed until he lit them up with merciless delight.

Each teasing stroke between my legs made me believe he’d finally end it—only for him to leave me hovering on the brink until every muscle quivered with exhaustion and need.

“I need you to remember that, little Dove.” His body pressed hot and hard against my back. “Remember how gentle I’ve been.” His breath seared my ear, and even if I could have resisted, I wouldn’t have fought the nudge that pushed my chest flat to the mattress.

I whimpered when he slid a thick pillow under my hips. Ready to break. Unable to take more. At my absolute limit, trembling and raw. That was when he pressed his palm firm against my spine and drove all ten thick inches inside me in one relentless thrust.

“Because I’m about to f**k you like I own you, Ellysetta.”

There was no response in me except the sound of surrender. A gush of release, a quake that shattered through my bones, leaving me drenched and trembling as the orgasm ripped me apart.

The world went white, and I could only sob into the sheets as he claimed me whole.