Free Sweet Recovery (Ex Ops Series Book 4) by Jessie Lane Page B

stretching and filling her as completely as I could.
    As I pulled my hand from her neck, my skin tingled in protest from the loss of contact. Somehow, though, I managed to keep my mind on the task at hand.
    Grabbing a condom off the dresser, I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it down my length. When I was sheathed, I positioned my aching cock at her entrance yet stopped short of pushing inside her.
    I had a point to prove, and I was damn sure going to make sure she understood it by the time I was done.
    Wrapping my hand back around the front of her neck again, I slid myself inside her until she had all of me. Then I leaned forward until my lips were skimming the shell of her ear and whispered, “Can you see me inside of you?”
    “Yes,” she whispered back.
    I pulled out slowly then paused with the tip just inside her. “Do you like the look of us together?”
    I plunged back inside of her, and she gasped another, “yes.”
    Sliding myself out again, I bent my head down so I could lick the side of her neck that my hand didn’t cover, savoring her salty skin. When I was done, I put my lips back to her ear and gave her something to think about.
    “Now pretend my hand is the necklace I gave you. Can you see how pretty you would look right now? My gold wrapped around your throat…” I thrust myself back to the hilt inside of her. “You filled with my dick, and both of us exactly where we belong—wrapped up in each other.”
    A tear slipped down her face, but I didn’t move to wipe this one away. Instead, I leaned forward until the hand that had been on her hip was now lying over her hand braced on the mirror. Entwining our fingers together, our hands fisted tightly, I spread my other hand so that my thumb and pointer finger were touching the bottom of her jaw as my pinky finger grazed her collarbone. I could feel the air moving in and out of her throat as she panted beneath my touch.
    The hold wasn’t about proving my power over her or wanting to hurt her. It was about using the imagery of that piece of gold that should be gracing her pretty, little neck to show her the one thing I needed her to understand: I needed her. It was a small token of proof that she wanted to belong to me as much I already belonged to her. One day soon, I hoped to have another piece of gold wrapped around her. This time on her finger, to show the world she was mine.
    My control snapped with that thought, and I started thrusting wildly into her, loving the way she felt around me yet wishing there was no barrier between us. I wanted to fill her up with more than my cock; I wanted to fill her with my seed.
    If she had my ring on her finger, my heart hanging around her neck, my last name, and my child in her stomach, I would have finally tied her to me in every way I could. She would be completely mine: heart, soul, and body.
    Giving both her hand and neck a soft squeeze, I told her the crazy thoughts that were running through my mind.
    “I want you to feel me for days, angel. Feel me in only a shallow comparison of the way I’ve carried you around inside of me for years.”
    “Lucas!”
    “That’s right, baby; say my name. Let them all hear who’s loving you right now.”
    “Please, Lucas,” she begged as I made my thrusts fast and shallow, teasing her.
    “Do you see it, Ginny?” I asked her desperately. My balls were starting to tighten, and I knew I would not last much longer. I needed her to see what I saw.
    She closed her eyes and tipped her head back on my shoulder.
    Plunging balls deep inside of her, I ordered roughly, “No, you open those pretty blue eyes and watch us. You tell me when you see what I see.”
    Her head snapped back up, her lips popping open over her glassy eyes. “See what?” she begged. “What do you want me to see, Lucas? Please!”
    I eased out of her, just to plunge back in with a renewed ferocity. “No, you fuckin’ look, Ginny. You have to see it!”
    Her body went taut as she convulsed, her