Page 79 of The P*ssy Next Door

“I don't have a condom. I don't even know if it would work in this hot water.”

“We don't need it. I've been on birth control for years, and I promise I'm clean.” I was not above begging. “Do you trust me enough to fuck me without one, to come inside of me?”

“Jesus, Willa.” His voice was hard like gravel now. “You know I do.”

“Then take me. Make me feel like I belong with you and no one else.” I arched my back, moving my hips backward, searching for his cock.

“Hold onto my arm.” His grip around my throat went just a hair tighter, and he used his other hand to pull my core farther back. With his fingers still in my pussy, I felt the tip of his cock press against me, and for a moment as he slid in, I forgot how to breathe.

“Fu-uck, Willa. Holy fuck.”

Exactly. I had almost reconnected my lungs and brain when he wiggled his fingers, sliding them out and his cock in deeper, and we both moaned.

“Christ, you'd better be close to coming, baby, because I'm going to fuck you hard. Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh.” I was lucky I got those two sounds out.

He didn't even really wait for my reply before he jerked his hips against me, sliding in and out, hitting new places inside me I never even knew existed. I squeezed his hand around my throat tighter, wanting him to do the same.

“This throat is mine, Willa. Just like your pussy, just like your ass.” He pressed his thumb against my pulse, and it sent tingles all through my brain. “Later I'm going to fuck your throat, because we'll both like it when I do.”

Yes. Yes. This was exactly what I needed. Dirty talking, possessive Hayes. Because he was the one who would never let me go no matter how hard I tried to make him.

He fucked me even harder and swirled his fingers around my clit, making me shudder. “Is that what you want, baby? Yes, or no, Willa. Don't say no.”

“Yes, please, Hayes. Yes.”

Please don't ever let me go.

As if he heard the thoughts inside my head, he tightened that grip on my throat and growled in my ear. “Good girl, because I'm never letting you go. You're mine. Fuck, you're mine.”

I didn't just come at his words, his declaration, his claiming of me, I came apart. Every cell in my body exploded and then froze somewhere in space and time. I heard Hayes from some distant, faraway place, whispering my name, or maybe he yelled it. I didn't know.

The only thing I did know was the way he said it meant that I belonged to him and he belonged to me, and I had to find my way back to him to make sure he knew it too.

I fell back against his chest and his hand that had been around my throat dropped across my collarbone, holding me tight against him. His other came up to join it, and I wrapped my arms around his, never wanting to let go of this possessive hug he had me in.

We sat together in the onsen, soaking up more than the healing waters. We soaked in each other's love.

When the sky turned shades of gold, then blue and purple, Hayes picked me up, princess style, and carried me to the bed. I grabbed up the towels and slowly dried us both off, then brought over the cotton nemaki robes for us to put on.

That night we both slept like the dead, and I was sure I had some dreams, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what they had been about. Hayes was quieter than usual in the morning, and I wanted to say it was because of the jet lag, but I knew better.

We went to the small dining hall for breakfast where we were served miso soup with freshly cooked rice, grilled fish with rolled egg omelets, nori, and pickled vegetables. I was starving and tucked in, but Hayes mostly picked at his eggs. I'd never seen him not eat so this wasn't a good sign.

“I got a message from my dad this morning.” I was trying for some semblance of how we'd felt yesterday. “He wants us to stop at a particular shop to pick up something he's ordered for the family.”

“That sounds good.” He stared at his food. “Maybe I can pick up some souvenirs for my family. At least something for Jules anyway.”

“We can go straight to the airport if you want to.”

His head snapped up. “I don't want to leave. If I could, I'd stay in this perfect little bubble with you forever, Willa.”

I didn't know what to say to that. “You're not upset that I...”

“I will never be mad at you for being honest with me, especially not about what makes you so incredibly you.” He grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. “I'm just trying to work out how to make our lives work together. I want you to believe me when I say I'm not letting you go. You're mine, Willa. Not in some, I own you way, but?—”

“In a soul deep, cosmic kind of way.”