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never allowed her
gaze to waver, just bit her lip and squeezed his large hands as they moved
together in perfect rhythm.
    He thrust harder, deeper,
rattling the bed as he clutched her fingers, then released them a little as he
withdrew. “You are mine ,” he ground out. “For all time, mine.” Not letting
her gaze go, he leaned his head closer to bite her lip and tug.
    Vivian gasped. Her legs
tightened around his hips and squeezed. “And you are mine, Jason. For—” Another
groan broke her speech. “For all time.” She felt something intense waiting in
the shadows for them, felt the bonds binding them together, and it only made
her want more. “Please.” She didn’t know what they needed, but saw in his eyes
that he did.
    “Uh-uh, not yet. Not until I say
you can,” he breathed out, a wicked smile curving his lips. “Focus on the
sensations.” Letting go of one of her hands, he pressed his free one to the
bed, levering up a little.
    “Oh hell,” was all that Vivian
could say as he changed the angle of his penetration and demanded she wait for
his command. She didn’t know why, but that turned her on even more. The way
that he’d ordered she wait had her whole being struggling to do just as he
pleased. She focused on him, focused on the feel of him entering and leaving
her body, and ignored everything else. Only he was important in that moment.
Nothing and no one else.
    “Touch your clit, stroke it, but
do not come,” he commanded. His voice was deeper, harsher, his gaze sharper.
“Push yourself to the edge and hold there. Gods, you are gorgeous,” he growled
out. He squeezed her hand as he rolled his hips, pushing in deeper.
    She moved her free hand down
their bodies to her clit. She arched back. “Jason, God.” She panted and bucked
against him. She wanted to stroke his cock, wanted to put her fingers on each
side of the thick shaft and squeeze so he could feel just how good this was for
her, but she didn’t. He had told her what to do, and God help her, she was
powerless to do any less.
    “Good girl.” He gave a feral
grin. “Slide your fingers down, rub at your folds, but don’t touch my cock.” He
thrust in again and pulled out slowly, in hard, out slow, over and over again.
His gaze flicked away, then back up to meet her eyes again.
    The heel of her hand pushed
against her clit while her fingers slid over the folds of her pussy. She could
feel him as he filled her full and beyond and needed more. She didn’t stop
watching him, her eyes on his, her need growing with each glance that he gave
her. Each heated look.
    He let her other hand go, his
large palm pressing to the bedding as he sped up. He thrust in and out fast as
he growled. Sweat dripped down his temples, along his throat, and over his
chest. “Come for me. Come now!”
    Vivian rubbed a slick finger
over her clit. She saw stars with the explosion that happened inside of her.
She came in a rush, a seemingly never-ending tidal wave of pleasure that rolled
through her and had her screaming a second time, then a third, with the
intensity and perfection of the moment.
    He was right there with her.
Jason let out a bellow, her name she was almost sure, as his seed spilled into
her with hot splashes. Seconds later, he collapsed over top of her, his weight
holding her down on the bed, his arms sliding around her body to hold her
close.
    Vivian wrapped her arms around
him as they each fought for air. She was gasping, but the thought of letting
him go to allow her body more room to breathe was not even an option. She had
to hold on to him because he was all that was keeping her from floating away in
pure bliss. She lay with him holding her tightly for a long time.
    Finally, she whispered, “I’m
never letting you go.” She loved him. It was far too soon. Realistically, she
knew that, but this was her heart, and realism was an illusion.
    With a flex of muscle and a
couple muttered curses, he rolled them to their sides. He didn’t let her