Page 62 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Startling me, he takes it out and strokes himself, his grip firm.

The sight of him watching this whole thing is sexily overwhelming.

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Dorian warns.

As he devours me, I buck against his hold. I’m shameless, a hussy who wants what he’s giving me.

“You belong to me. And the whole world will know it.”

He plunges a finger inside, angling to find my most sensitive spot.

“Dorian!”I want to be immune to him, able to keep my responses a secret, but he’s masterful with my body.

He swirls his tongue, slow at first, then fast, relentless.

In seconds, liquid heat is pulsing through me, and I dig my fingers into the mattress.

“Give me what I want.”

Want?This is a demand, as if he has something to prove to himself. To Brennan. To me.

He eats me completely, his stubble scraping my tender flesh, bruising my thighs with every greedy suck.

Helplessly I thrash, wishing this didn’t feel so good.

He clamps my thighs harder and forces them wider. “You’ll never be allowed to hide from me.” Dorian pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, and his lips are glistening with my arousal.

The sight of it, the feel of him finger-fucking me, is too much.

A climax hits with shocking speed, and I shatter, my body arching. I breathlessly scream his name, craving him despite my fury with the way he’s treated me.

With a triumphant grin, he stands. Eyes locked on mine, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Such a good girl.”

I can’t help but look over at Brennan.

His eyes are dark, and he hasn’t taken his gaze off me.

Dorian leaves me to grab a condom from the nightstand. Foil glints in the dim light, and he rips it open. “Soon…” He has me roll the protection over his thick length. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to performing this intimacy. “Soon we’ll be skipping this.”

My breath freezes.

He wants to get me pregnant?

Of course he does.

What better way to cement his position among Houston’s elite? And being a perfect family would look great on some campaign billboard.

Why hadn’t I considered that? Maybe because I couldn’t get past the idea of even having sex?

But suddenly I’m thinking about it, and my response is terrifying. I imagine him spilling his hot seed inside me, and my belly swelling with his child.

I shiver as he looms over me, his cock heavy and pulsing, savage intent carved in his eyes.

He grasps my hips, lifting them off the mattress, angling me up like I’m his to wield. “You’ll take every inch of me.” In a single, punishing drive, he thrusts in, stealing my breath.

There’s a sharp pain, then pleasure as my body stretches and yields as he fucks me hard.

This isn’t like it was before. This is possessive.