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the center of her being. They started in her clit, spreading out in slow
circles through her pelvis before skittering up her body to her nipples. The
opening between her legs felt so empty. The space he had once stretched to
the point of pain cried out for him now. Desire wound its way through her and
she twisted with need. A part of her felt angry, betrayed. Why was her own
body doing this to her? It wasn't right that he should be able to control her
responses so easily.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked once more, fingers slowing in their
exploration of her crevices.
She shook her head, whimpering. She wasn't going to give in to him, not like
this. He thought he owned her, she reminded herself. He couldn't own her. She
wasn't going to allow it. His fingers stabbed into her again and she gasped.
One finger, two, three fingers entered her body, his thumb still moving
restlessly across her clit. She twisted and he laughed again.
"I think you belong to me now," he said softly. "I think you know it, too. You
don't like it, but you can't control yourself. You're mine."
She didn't bother to shake her head in denial this time. It was taking every
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bit of her strength not to break down and beg him for release. She kept
remembering how he felt inside of her, how he would stretch her open, moving
slowly at first before going faster and faster. She would feel her muscles
start to shiver and trembled, and his cock would swell inside her body. Jess
pulled his fingers out of her body abruptly, and the illusion was broken.
"Please," she whispered, beyond fighting. "Please& "
"Who do you belong to?" he asked a final time, and she broke down.
"I belong to you," she said. "Please, I need you inside of me."
He positioned the head of his cock against her entrance, pressed in lightly
then stopped.
"I want to hear it again."
"I belong to you," she said again, tears of frustration running down
her face. "I belong to you, dammit. Now fuck me before I die."
He laughed again, the sound low and dark. Then he shoved the entire length of
his cock into her with one smooth motion. Her frayed nerves exploded and she
bucked against him. All the tension that had built up in her body tightened in
on that one moment; she flew into oblivion. She could hear him panting in her
ears as he thrust into her body toward his own pleasure, but it was as if she
were in a universe all her own. She simply lay there, basking in the pleasure
and surreal brilliance of her orgasm.
She really did belong to him, she mused, still caught in a sense of unreality.
Her body certainly didn't have any doubts. She couldn't imagine anything
better than this; nothing could be more perfect. He released her
hands, bracing both palms on the pallet beside her head. His upper body rose,
allowing him
to slam into her more fully. She raised her legs and clenched them tightly
around his back, holding him deep within her body as his orgasm hit. He
gasped, shuddering. She could feel him pulsating within her and she smiled as
the hot seed hit her cervix.
He belonged to her, too, she thought with satisfaction. He needed her just as
much as she needed him. He collapsed against her, breaking her train of
thought, and she wrapped her arms around him. They lay there together for
several minutes, panting. No wonder it was so hard for her to think when he
was around, she thought wryly. Every time they touched, they exploded.
After several moments he lifted himself from her body and stood. He turned
away as he tucked himself into his pants, erecting an invisible wall between
them with his silence. It was far too early for sleep; he would be leaving her
now. He always did after moments like this. They had to talk.
"Jess, wait," she said.
"What?" he asked, turning back to her. He suddenly seemed so cold, so distant.
She sat up and pulled her skirt over her naked flesh. She felt embarrassed,
almost dirty.
"We need to talk about what's going to happen to us," she said softly. "I want
to know what your plans are. I want to know what's going to happen to me."
"I'll take care of you," he said tightly. "You don't need to worry about
anything else."
"I'd still like to know where we're going. Moriah tells me you're taking the
fourth ship. You aren't going with Logan?"
"No," he said tightly. He turned, making it clear the conversation was over.
She sat back against the wall, pulling up her knees and wrapping her arms
around them. She felt utterly alone. Against her will, she felt tears building
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