Page 58 of Connor's Claim
Chapter 20
Everly
My first awareness was of strong arms around me, swiftly followed by a familiar scent. Something woodsy, faintly metallic, and reminiscent of the night.Connor. My eyes refused to open, but instant safety relaxed me enough to try to surface my memories.
It didn’t take much. Last night tormented the edge of my mind. My father had sent me on a date with an awful specimen of a man. Piers hadattackedme.
Somehow, Connor had been there.
I tried to move to bring his arm more snuggly around me, but my body wouldn’t oblige. Maybe it was the lingering effects of the drug he’d knocked me out with, or perhaps I just didn’t want to wake properly and face the morning.
From behind, Connor squeezed me. “Awake?”
I mumbled something, and he chuckled. Kissed my neck.
Then sank under the covers.
Connor rolled me to my back and lifted my leg onto his shoulder. I whimpered in anticipation, my arm lolling uselessly to the side, but my pulse speeding up at the touch of his tongue to my centre. I was naked, I realised, and from what I could feel, so was he. He lapped my clit with the flat of his tongue, then drove it down, spearing inside me with a groan of pleasure and both his hands under my ass to lift me.
His touch brought awareness of a raw ache at my pussy, the delicious low-level pain of thorough use and the light sting of abraded skin. Exactly what I’d wanted to feel yesterday, but which had clearly taken place overnight.
A thrill shot through me and woke my slumbering nervous system, desire pooling inside me.
He’d fucked me after knocking me out. There was no other man and no other circumstance in which that would be okay, but with him, I was…relieved. Ecstatic. I tried to form words to ask him details, but my lips weren’t fully functional yet, so instead, I just let myself feel. His tongue thrust into me, two fingers entering after, and then hot, hard suction at my clit.
Pleasure zipped through my body. Because I couldn’t do it for myself, Connor ground my pussy against his face, working me until I panted, a fast climax approaching. Somehow, he seemed to know. A third finger eased into me, stretching me wide, and his fingertips hit a spot inside me that he found again and again. The combination of that rhythmic touch and the perfect pressure on my clit, and I splintered.
A silent moan echoed in my head, and I clamped down on his hand, my body taken over by endless pleasure, and my brain empty of anything else. Abruptly, Connor threw back the covers and rolled me to my side, covering my body with his from behind. He thrust between my ass cheeks until his dick slid over my throbbing core, then pushed inside.
A whimper finally came from me. For years, I’d dreamt of this. Now I was living it. Feeling him work his hips until he was in as deep as he could go. There was something new, too. The cold smoothness of his piercing.
Connor ran his arm around me and between my breasts, his big hand splayed across my chest. His other went under the curve of my waist to palm me between the legs.
“Look,” he ordered.
I forced my eyes open. The room was bright with day, though we faced away from the window, and it took me a moment to focus on the tall mirror on Connor’s wall. Our joined bodies reflected back at us. The image of his heavily inked skin against my creamy white branded in my brain.
His hand buried between my thighs had the Scottish flag tattooed on the back. The other, at my chest, shifted up until he gripped my throat, then higher still to cover my mouth. It had the skeleton jaw inked on it, so in the mirror’s reflection, I was half skeleton.
It made me look like I was his.
All the while, he kept on fucking me, sliding in and out, and his thick cock spreading me open. Never had I felt anything like this. So completely owned.
His lips found my ear. “All night, I fucked ye, out on the living room floor so the night and the city would see.”
I moaned at the scorching-hot image, but he wasn’t done.
“Ye need to know that you’re mine now. I won’t let ye go, ever. This pussy,” he slapped me between the legs, “this body, every piece of your soul, all mine. Nod if ye understand.”
I managed a quick jerk of my head in agreement. It was impossible, but at the same time, all I’d ever wanted. That claim, his ownership, spoke to a deep need inside me, and I was powerless to refuse.
“Good lass. Nothing else matters but us now.”
Connor stroked my clit and thrust inside me, setting off fireworks, a detonation of need that had me barrelling in the direction of another orgasm. He growled encouragement, and when I clamped down on him again, his thrusts turned jerky, and he stilled and pulsed into me.
God, he’d come.
No condom either, though I could hardly care about that. The feeling of his cum in me broke my brain. Connor pulled out, his fingers taking the place of his dick, feeling over the slick combination of us.