Page 123 of Justice for Glennon

A few pumps of his hips later, the noises she made rose in pitch, and he watched her bury her face in the cushion. “No, no, no,” he warned. “Face turned toward me. Let that noise out.”

Both of his hands clasped hers where she gripped the top of the cushion, helping to anchor him further. Short, sharp jabs punctuated what he wanted from her, and she finally let out a long wail as she released on his cock. He continued his pounding against her, carrying her over into a second orgasm before she collapsed beneath him.

Her breathing was heavy and fast. Her eyes closed in exhaustion from the frantic pace and emotional drain. Holding himself above her, his hands still clasped over hers, he matched his breathing to hers.

Several minutes later, when both had calmed, he pried her fingers from the cushion and rolled to his side, taking her with him. His cock, still hard and lodged inside her, kept them as bound together as the arms that held her to his sweat-slicked skin. In her ear, he crooned praises to her. How well she followed his rules. How beautiful she was when she let go. How strong she was for submitting to him. How he wanted to do it all again and again and again.

A hand rose lazily to lightly brush back and forth across his forearm around her waist. From over her shoulder, he could see the ghost of a smile and her closed eyes as she lay there.

He’d wanted her for a long time. If he was being honest with himself, he’d been obsessed with her in the past, but he’d loved her as soon as she’d come back into his life. The power she held over him was immeasurable, and he would do anything she asked. He’d promise to obtain everything she wanted. Kill for her. Stop a moving vehicle with his bare hands. Move a mountain. Give her immortality. It didn’t matter that the ideas were crazy. It was how she affected him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

And she would do the same for him.

Her head turned slowly to look back at him as best she could. When his eyes met hers, the look she gave him held somethinghe couldn’t identify verbally, but he knew the emotions behind it. She was comfortable. Happy. Relaxed. Most importantly, she felt safe.

He kissed her shoulder. “Mine,” he whispered.

“Mine,” she whispered in return.