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She’s so relaxed, so docile beneath me, her body already yielding. The little flickers of hesitation only make me hungrier. She still thinks she has a choice, but she’s wrong. She belongs to me. Every slow breath, every sleepy moan, every flutter of her pulse — I own it all.

I press my tongue inside her tight cunt, thrusting shallower and slower this time, dragging out every second, coaxing her body to respond. Her hips twitch, rolling toward me without thought.

That’s it.

My fingers digging into her thighs as I work her over, never letting up, never giving her a chance to pull away. Not that she will. She’s too far gone now, her body sinking deeper into the feeling, instinct taking over where reason fades.

A small, breathy whimper escapes her lips, and I groan against her. “That’s my girl,” I murmur, my words muffled against her skin.

She lets out another little sound, higher this time, a tiny gasp, her fingers barely gripping at my hair. I glance up, watching her. Her lashes flutter against her flushed cheeks, her lips parted as if she wants to say something but can’t quite form the words.

I want to ruin her.

I keep my mouth on her, flicking, circling, teasing, until her body starts to tremble. She’s close, even if she doesn’t fully realize it yet. Her breath stutters, her thighs twitch against my hold. She’s fighting it, holding onto the last thread of control she has left.

I graze her clit over her sensitive clit. A broken moan slips from her lips as her body finally gives in, shuddering, clenching.

Mine.

Her hips jerk weakly against my mouth, her hands falling away, too dazed to hold on anymore as she comes on my tongue. I stay right where I am, savoring every second as she melts beneath me, soft and spent, her body boneless.

I press one last kiss against her trembling skin, then pull back slightly, watching her. Her breath is uneven, her body still shivering with the aftershocks.

She’s perfect like this—barely awake, thoroughly claimed, completely mine.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking as I press a kiss to the inside of her knee. “You did so good for me, baby,” I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction.

Her lashes flutter, her glazed eyes barely managing to focus on me. “Eli?”

I drag my hands over her soft, sweat-dampened thighs. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, my pulse a steady, satisfied thrum.

She’s never looked more perfect.

I smooth my palm over her stomach, feeling the way it still rises and falls in uneven little gasps. Her lashes flutter, hazy and unfocused, her lips parted as if she wants to say something but can’t quite find the words.

My girl.

Something primal hums beneath my skin, something deeper than need, darker than want. I press a kiss to her hipbone, then lower, my lips brushing over the soft skin just above where she’s still wet and aching from me.

The thought of my name on my skin alone makes my blood burn. She’s already mine, but I want the whole world to know it.

I slide my tongue grazing along her hipbone as I murmur against her skin.

“You belong to me, Sienna.”

She sighs, barely awake, barely conscious of the depth of my words. But I don’t need her response. I already know the truth.

“Just rest. I’ve got you.”

She sighs, her body relaxing completely as her eyes drift shut again.

I smile. She’s not going anywhere.

I press another kiss just below her navel, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breath. She’s so soft here, so vulnerable. My cock aches in my boxers.

Reaching for the small kit I set aside earlier, I flick on the machine. The low, electric hum filling the quiet space. The sound alone makes my blood run hot, my pulse hammering in anticipation. I press a hand to her hip, holding her steady, my grip firm but gentle.

“This is just a reminder, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “So, you never forget who you belong to.”