Dispensing with her towel and displaying her curvy figure, he fought like hell to not give in and give them both what they wanted without her saying the words. She was even more lush than he remembered. He stood and slowly stripped his clothes off as she watched. The raw love he saw in her eyes chipped away at the hurt and anger that were ruling him now. He sucked in a breath in relief, but he needed the words to fully satisfy him. It made him even more determined to make her admit that she was his. How dare she throw Mario at him? Of course, he’d had Mario investigated too. The little shit had had a thing for Nakia for years and didn’t try to hide it. In fact, if the house Mario had just bought was any indication, the other man was already making plans for Nakia in his life.
“Jay…”
“Who do you belong to, Nakia?” he demanded ruthlessly. He tormented her with kisses to her chest, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, every inch of her body except where she wanted him most. She was writhing and pleading with him, but she wasn’t saying what he wanted. She was going to admit that she was his, this body, this ass, this pussy, all his. He continued to tease and seduce her senses. “Who do you fuckin’ belong to?”
“You, Jay. Only you.”
He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, wringing a harsh cry from her lips. The milk coating his tongue was sweet and all her, making him even more ravenous for her. “Who, Nakia?” He wanted her complete surrender.
“Jay!”
“No one else gets to taste this body.” Pushing her thighs wide with his shoulders and with his palm on her ass, he lowered his head between her thighs and licked at her taut clit with hard strokes of his tongue. “Mine,” he growled before sucking her clit into his mouth.
She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body.
He waited until she’d come down a little from her release before edging up her body again. “Mine!” he reminded her over and over again
“Yes, Jay. Only you,” she managed weakly.
“Damn straight.” He drove into her and sealed their lips at the same time. After such a long time, their kiss was raw, lusty. They devoured each other. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. It was an addiction he accepted and knew that he’d never escape.
She moaned loudly. She curled her arms around his neck for leverage as she threw her hips sensually up at him.
He thrust into her with long slow strokes, his cock encased snug in her molten walls, each stroke more erotic than the next. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and drove balls deep into her and still he couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t get deep enough inside of her. He was out of his mind with need, with desire for her.
She splintered around him, and he still wanted more.
“That was me making love to you.” He pulled out of her, turned her to her stomach, and dragged her to her knees. She cried out as he powered into her from behind. Holding her hips, he unleashed the control he’d fought so hard to contain and fucked her without restraint and with ruthless dominance. She was his, would always be his and he wanted her to never forget that fact. She bore him a daughter, and now he wanted to bathe her womb with his seed again. He’d never let her go. He covered her back with his broad body and gripped the delicate skin of her neck between his teeth, suddenly wanting to visibly mark her as his. Riding her hard into another climax, which had her screaming his name, he pistoned in and out of her with bruising strokes until he felt as though he were being stretched on a rack. The electric current up his spine had him roaring in release. He’d never come so hard, so long. He blacked out and collapsed.
He woke and realized that she was crushed beneath him. He rolled off her, breathing hard, his limbs still trembling in the aftermath. When he could finally find the strength moments later, he rolled to his back and pulled her to drape on top of him. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. It seemed she hadn’t caught her breath back either.
He grinned. “And that, my love, was me fucking you.” After a while, he sobered and stared coolly back at her stunned expression, holding her gaze to ensure he had her attention. “Never bring the threat of another man into an argument between us.” The thought of the other man had him lifting her off him. He rolled from the bed and stalked into her bathroom, closing the door behind him with a sharp click.
He couldn’t believe that after that he was still on an emotional edge. Yes, he’d been wrong to send her away, but she’d also been wrong to keep his child from him and disappear with every intention of staying that way. He’d apologized for his part, taken great pains to explain it. Tried to show his remorse. At every turn she ridiculed his efforts and threatened to replace him in her daughter’s life. Like he’d ever allow that shit. But what really got him was that he almost never found her at all, and she was happily letting another man in her and Jayla’s life, a man she knew damn well wanted them.
He stepped into the shower, hoping the water would clear his head and ease the volatile anger still rolling through him. He heard when she stepped into the bathroom, even with his head directly under the cascade of warm gushing water. The tension that had filled him since he’d found out about her yesterday suddenly left his body as she pressed her warm body against his from behind. Despite her being much smaller than he was, he leaned into her embrace.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled and pressed her lips along his spine.
He knew he should be a better man, but after all the torment she’d put him through, he needed his pound of flesh. “What are you sorry for?”
She sighed but tightened her arms around him and started rubbing her body against his. “I’m sorry for bringing Mario into our conversation. I’m a bitch for doing that to him and to you, knowing that I’ve never felt anything close to a sexual desire for Mario. I shouldn’t have used him like that.”
“On that I agree,” he muttered, gritting his teeth at the stab of lust filling him with her hard nipples and soft curves rolling on his back. “What else?” He knew he couldn’t stop himself from fucking her in the next few seconds, but he wanted to make her apologize first. He hoped he had the control to wait until she did.
She cleared her throat and continued rubbing provocatively against him. “Well, I’d hoped that that was all I had to apologize for.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
“Jay?” She moved from his back to edge in front of him. Curling her arms around his neck and her slender legs around his waist, she anchored her body against his. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he murmured. And despite the triumphant smile on her face, it still didn’t stop him from pushing her back against the wall and surging up into her. “Oh God, baby,” he husked out. The feel of her silky hot core stretching around his cock had him leaking cum and losing what little control he had instantly. He rode her hard, slamming up into her like a man possessed.
Their mingled cries filled the bathroom. They took and gave with equal measure.
He felt as though he was possessed and obsessed with wanting her and needing her in his life. He’d only been fooling himself into thinking that after claiming her in the most elemental way that he’d ever let her walk around out there without claiming her for the world to see his ownership. She’d be his wife, and if he had anything to do about it, she’d be his wife within the week.