Page 74 of Rescuing Mia

I arch my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he moves inside me. It feels like every part of me comes alive, like I’m on fire.

His thrusts are hard.

Rough.

Possessive.

Claiming.

Marking me as his.

My breath hitches, the pain and pleasure mingling in a deliciously heady cocktail of sensation.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Mia,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. You belong to me now. Do you understand?”

I nod, my eyes locking with his. Our connection is unbreakable, unyielding.

His thrusts become more frenzied, his hips pounding into me harder and harder. I can feel him swelling inside me, his cock growing longer, thicker, more engorged, nearing his climax. I want to feel him come, to know that I’ve pleased him.

He whispers a litany of dirty words and urgent demands in my ear. Things he wants to do to me and me to him.

“Beg for it, Mia. Beg for what you want.”

“Please. Harder. Fuck me harder,” I beg, my body trembling with the intensity of my desire.

His thrusts become more forceful, his erection pounding against me with a wild, untamed ferocity. His dominant possession leaves me breathless and desperate for more.

“You’re mine, Mia,” he growls into my ear, his voice raw and primal. “My universe, my obsession, my everything. Say you belong to me.”

“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Not good enough. Say you belong to me.”

He thrusts harder, his movements becoming more erratic, his body tightening with the anticipation of release. I want to feel him come and know I’m the source of the pleasure he so desperately craves.

“Say it,” he whispers in my ear, his voice a husky growl.

Our bodies move in perfect syncopation, lost in a world of our own. His grip on my hips tightens. His fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. Heat builds within me, a fiery inferno that threatens to consume me whole.

The room is filled with the sound of our bodies moving, the creaking of the bed, and the grunts and groans of our passion. The smell of our sweat mixed with the salty tang of our skin fills the air, heightening the sensory experience that is our lovemaking.

“Do you feel it?” he asks, his voice ragged and hoarse. “Do you feel me claiming you?”

I nod, my eyes locked on his, my body arching toward him as he thrusts deeper, his cock sliding against my most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

“Say it,” he commands, his voice fierce. “Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to you,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our lovemaking.

His grip on my hips tightens even further as he thrusts harder, the force of his hips slamming against mine.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice dark and dangerous.

“I belong to you,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time.

“Never forget it, and know that I belong to you as well.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. “We belong to each other.”

His words send a shockwave of pleasure through me. It gathers in my core, then releases in a rush of intense pleasure. My entire body shakes with my release. When I recover, I move in rhythm with him, my body responding as though it has a mind of its own. We become one, our movements a dance of desire and carnal hunger.