By: Alexa Riley

The intensity is intoxicating. I didn’t know passion like this was possible. It feels so right, so perfect, and I wonder how I lived without him before now. This is where I belong. With him. I can feel it in every part of me.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me,” he growls next to my ear as he drives in and out of me.

“Never,” I say instantly without even thinking about it.

“You’ll marry me,” he commands.

It makes my pussy clench that he didn’t even ask. I should be mad, but it only turns me on. He’s so forceful and needy with me. He just told me I’m doing it.

“Even your pussy likes the sound of that. It already knows who it belongs to. Now I want you to say it, too.”

“I belong to you.” The words come out in a jumble as I climax. The orgasm is so strong, my body tries to collapse. But Flynn’s arm wraps under my hips to keep me from falling as I feel his release pour into me. My body jerks as my pussy clenches like it’s trying to take his semen deep into me. It’s all too much. My body can’t take anymore, and I let sleep take me.

* * *

I come to as my whole body feels the effects of the night before. Rolling over, I reach for Flynn, but find him gone from the bed. The sheets are cold. Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s almost noon. I sit up and drop my feet to the side of the bed. The action draws my attention to the tender feeling between my legs. My thighs are covered in love marks and bites. They run along the insides, all the way up to my pussy. The sight of them has my nipples hardening. One night of sex and I’ve turned into a sex fiend.

I head to the bathroom. I grab the toothbrush, which I’m guessing is Flynn’s, off the sink and brush my teeth. After last night, this is probably the least intimate thing we’ve done. Once I’m finished, I go in search of clothes, but mine are destroyed. Digging through his, I find a shirt and slip it on. I want to go find him and make him come back to bed with me.

When I pull on the bedroom door, the handle doesn’t turn. I try to pull harder, but the door doesn’t budge.

“He locked me in,” I whisper to myself, not really sure of what to make of this. I bang on the door but no one comes. I even try listening, but I can’t hear anything on the other side of the solid wood. Next I check the windows. They’re open, but I’m a good three stories up.

I sit back down on the bed, not really sure what to do. He locked me in his room. Should I panic? I don’t really have any options but to wait.

Suddenly, the door flies open, making me jump from the bed. Flynn’s giant frame fills the doorway. He’s back in a suit that looks like the one he had on yesterday, but this one is a dark blue. He clearly went somewhere today.

“You locked me in,” I accuse, putting my hands on my hips.

He steps into the room, shutting the door behind him before walking over to me and taking a kiss, ignoring what I said. The kiss is deep, and I melt into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. When I finally pull back, I realize he’s sitting in a chair by the bed and I’m in his lap once again.

“You locked me in,” I say again.

One of his hands comes up, his fingers going to my hair, wrapping some strands around a finger. He brings it to his nose, smelling it. His eyes close like he’s savoring the smell.

“I didn’t want you to leave, and I had things I had to see to,” he finally admits. I can hear a trace of guilt in his voice, but not much. Not enough that I don’t think he wouldn’t do it again.

“You could have just asked me to stay.”

“This way I knew for sure when I came home you’d be here.”

I laugh. “So you’re just going to keep my locked in here forever?” I joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile.

I smack him on the chest. “Flynn!”

“It seems like a good idea to me. At least until we’re married or…” His other hand runs along my stomach. “I get my kid in you.”

“Flynn.” His name seems to be the only word I can get to come out of my mouth. I have no idea how to respond. It pisses me off and turns me on at the same time.

“I want to keep you.” He lets the piece of hair he has wrapped around his finger go. Leaning in, he buries his face in my neck, and I can feel him breathing me in. “I don’t want to go back to being a workaholic. I like it here with you. If you leave me…” He trails off like he can’t even finish the thought.

“I have a life, Flynn. A job.”

“I hate your job.” I have to hold in a small laugh at how pouty he sounds. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.” He growls that part into my neck. I should smack him again, but for some reason I love his jealousy.

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