“You keep looking at my dick like that, Mouse, I’m gonna fucking lose it before I even get inside you,” he groans, stepping toward the bed wrapping his fist around himself.

I hold my breath, the anticipation of him touching me again almost too much to even think about. When he grabs my ankle and tugs, I fall to my back with a gasp then a mewl slides up my throat as he captures my breast in his mouth and cups the other one.

Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I move my hands up his sides that are hard yet smooth under my palms. When his mouth travels to my other breast my hips raise off the bed. “Clay.”

“I’m right here.” He lets my breast go with a pop, then his lips trail up over my collarbone, along my neck. Then, his mouth is on mine. I open for him, his tongue sliding between my lips as his hips press forward. I feel the tip of his cock against my clit before he pulls back, then in one brutally beautiful thrust he fills me completely.

When he stills deep inside me and pulls his mouth from mine, my lashes flutter open. Staring into his gorgeous eyes as his search mine, I know I’m stuck, that I’m wrapped up so tight in his web I will never get free. This man who I’ve tried to avoid has consumed me completely and I don’t stand a chance when it comes to him. Lifting my head to break our connection, to stop feeling so much, I kiss him and move my hands from his sides to his shoulders.

“Fuck me.” I breathe against his mouth

“No.” He captures my wrists in his hands and pulls them up over my head pressing his body down the length of mine leaving no space between us.

“Clay,” I cry as he slowly thrusts inside me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. My nails dig into his hands that are holding me hostage and my heels move to the back of his thighs. My eyes slide closed, knowing it’s all too much but his teeth nip my chin causing my eyes to fly open.

“Eyes on me when I’m inside of you.”

“It’s too much,” I whimper, feeling vulnerable and completely overwhelmed.

“Never.” He pulls back and thrusts forward harder than before.

I gasp. “Clay.”

“Who do you belong to, Willow?”

I attempt to lift my hips off the bed, to try and gain even a little bit of control back.

“Say it.”

“You say it,” I bite back

He grins at me. “I’m not the one who needs to be reminded.” He pulls out so slowly that I feel every single inch of him drag along my inner walls that cling to him. “Feels like your pussy knows it’s mine already, Mouse.” His lips brush across mine then they move to my ear. “You belong to me.”

“For how long?” I ask without thinking and instantly wish I could take that question back, but it’s too late. The question that I’ve been asking myself since the moment we met is now floating in the air between us and his muscles tightening lets me know he heard me.