Page 38 of One Drink

He bore his eyes into me. “I will never get in the way of your career, Stephanie.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“You are mine, and I am yours.”

“Yes,” I said with more confidence. He stood, and the loss of his warmth left me aching for his return. He quickly sheathed himself with a condom and returned to me, his tip pressed at my entrance.

His eyes were hot like molten lead with arousal. He lifted my leg, opening me up more to him, and grasped my hip. In one quick thrust, he filled me completely, and I sucked in a breath at the sudden fullness. It was the most pleasurable pain I’d ever felt. He thrust in and out with such determined control. This wasn’t the same love-making we’d shared the last time. He wasn’t worshiping me like before. He was claiming me. And with every hard plunge into me, he pushed me closer to the edge.

I tilted my hips to meet his movements, to take more of him. He drove deep, again, again, and again. My body clenched around him as my release surfaced. He buried himself in me, with a hard push, and our bodies let go. He poured everything into me and filled me with so much heat and emotion unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

He collapsed atop me, drained. Spent.