I grasp Westlyn’s hips after we’re inside my quarters and push her backward until she’s pinned against the back of the door. I move close, so close that we’re chest-to-chest. The tip of her tongue peeks out when she licks her lips, and I briefly press my mouth to hers before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth. Our kiss turns into a game of biting and nipping and sucking. Until it’s no longer playful and our kiss becomes fiery and intense and demanding.
I break our kiss. “Are you freely giving yourself to me?”
Westlyn nods, but it’s not enough to satisfy me. I want the words to come from her mouth. “I need to hear you say it.” She grins and looks down—something else I’m not having. I place my hand under her chin, lifting her face to make our eyes connect. “Look at me when you say the words.”
“I am freely giving myself to you.”
I find her hand and bring it up, turning it so the engagement ring is on display. “And your answer to my proposal?”
“Ask me again.”
“Will you be my wife?”
She smiles. “Yes… I will be your wife.”
I press a kiss to the ring on her hand. “You’re mine from this moment on. No other man will touch you. Ever.”
“Is the same true for you? No other woman will touch you? Ever?”
I don’t mistake the challenge in her voice. Westlyn isn’t familiar with The Syndicate or our ways. I think it’s time to educate her. “I don’t know how it’s done in The Fellowship, but we are faithful to our partners. When I claim you, you also claim me. Just as you owe me your faithfulness and loyalty and devotion, I owe you the same. I have had many women before you, but there will be no more. I will never stray from you.”
Her arms wrapping around my neck and her lips landing upon mine are simultaneous. I didn’t know that she’d get so turned on by hearing me promise to always be faithful. I’d have already done so had I known.
I grasp her hips and use my grip to tug her toward the bed, kissing en route. I’m dissatisfied with the slow pace, so I grasp the back of her thighs and lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist.
She tightens her hold around my neck, and it doesn’t lessen even when we reach the bed. Together, we fall on the mattress with me on top, my body a perfect fit between her legs. My mouth moves down the side of her neck and I kiss and suck her skin… hard. Marking her. I want her to wear the evidence of my claiming for all to see. Every man who looks at her will know that she’s been taken.
Her body tenses, and her breath quickens when my hand slides under her sweater and dips into her bra. I roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and it instantly hardens.
Nervous little virgin. It’s going to be so much fun making her come. But first I need to get her used to the feel of our bodies coming together.
I bend her knee and bring her leg up so it’s wrapped around my waist, our bodies fitting together perfectly. Then I rock my hard cock against her pussy, and it only takes a few thrusts before she’s moving with me.
I gather her sweater in my hand and push it upward. Moving lower, I nibble the skin on her stomach and waist. I fucking love it when she pants and squirms beneath me, so I push down the waistband of her pants and kiss and lick the skin on her lower belly to see what kind of reaction I can get. I’m pleased when her body jerks and jolts when I move lower. Fuck, she’s going to detonate like an atomic bomb when I go down on her.
I push her sweater higher. “Let’s get this off of you.”
She lifts her head and shoulders from the bed and I pull her top up and over her head. Her breasts are thrust upward in a black and white lace push-up bra. Sexy as fuck. I palm both, gently squeezing and releasing them, before I reach behind her and unclasp her bra. Prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. So full. So plump. So rosy pink. I can’t resist cupping one from the bottom and lowering my mouth to lick the bud before sucking her whole nipple into my mouth.
My suit is restricting my movement so I rise to a kneeling position and remove my jacket, tossing it at the bench at the foot of my bed. I pull the knot of my tie until the loop is large enough to slip it over my head. I’m surprised when Westlyn sits up, untucks my shirt, and goes to work on unbuttoning it. And it turns me the fuck on. But my dick turns to steel when she tugs open the button on my pants and lowers the zipper.
I slide off the side of the bed and watch Westlyn work on removing her pants while I rid myself of my remaining clothes. She’s down to only her black and white lace knickers. I’m glad she leaves them on. I want to be the one to slide them down her legs.
I crawl onto the bed on all fours and hook my fingers into the skinny black elastic straps over her hips. She lifts her bum and I drag the knickers down her legs. I fist the black fabric, and Westlyn’s eyes widen when I bring it to my nose and inhale deeply. Fuck, the scent of her pussy is delicious.
I crawl over Westlyn and lower my body so that I’m lying on top of her, bare skin against bare skin. My mouth comes down on hers gently. Our kiss is soft and slow and sultry. I can’t recall ever kissing this way. Can’t remember ever wanting a woman this much.
My mouth leaves hers and moves lower. Down her neck. Down her chest. Down her stomach. “I’m about to make you feel so good. A good like you’ve never known.”
Westlyn lifts her head and looks down at me hovering over her stomach. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to make you come. Hard.” I’m going to make it so good that one time won’t ever be enough to satisfy her.