feel good.”
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.
“This will always be about you.”
9
Hugo
I wanted to show her what a man could do to her, what I could do to her.
I wanted to show Sabine how good I could make her feel, that with me she’d never want for anything, not even the physical aspects.
I wanted her, was about to have her body, but I wanted her heart, as well.
I paid special attention to her breasts, making the tight skin at the peaks red and wet from my ministrations. She was panting and moaning, and I broke away, needing to swallow her sounds, take them into myself.
This was what I’d wanted from the moment I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else, that I wanted her as mine.
Her heart.
Her body.
Her passion.
Staying away for all these years had been the hardest damn thing I’d ever done in my life.
I cupped her face and smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip until it popped out slightly. “I’ve wanted you since your eighteenth birthday, Sabine, since you graduated high school.” I stared in her eyes, letting her know this was serious; this was the truth and reality.
“Our age difference doesn’t bother you?” she whispered, her mouth slightly parted, her sweet breath moving along my cheek.
“Age is just a number, and you’re the one that makes me harder than fucking steel.” I ground my cock into her leg, proving my point. “From the moment I realized I wanted you,” I smoothed my fingers down her neck to rest at the feather necklace, “I haven’t been with another woman in years.” I looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. “I haven’t wanted another woman, Sabine.”
She was breathing harder. She looked so fucking gorgeous, the raven fall of her hair spread out over my pillow like spilled ink.
“The only woman I want to be buried inside of is you.” What I wanted was her under me and giving herself over so there was no doubt she was mine. “Now that I have you, that I know you want this, I’m not letting you go.” And I fucking wasn’t. “You’re mine, Sabine.”
I moved my thumb along her bottom lip again, transfixed by the sight of me pulling the soft, pink flesh down.
“I want to be yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Yeah, she fucking had.
The vulnerability and innocence on the surface of her face slammed into me fast and hard.
“You know I’ll take care of you.” I didn’t state it like a question.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You were mine before I could even accept it myself, Sabine.”
Her breath hitched, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again.
It wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle. I gave her what we both needed. I listened to her soft moans, her verbal and nonverbal pleas for more. All I wanted to do was make her feel fucking incredible.
Once I claimed her, fucked her until she couldn’t even walk straight tomorrow, she’d be mine. I couldn’t stop until she knew she was mine.
After several seconds, I broke the kiss, needing this to go further than what we did now. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet.
“You’re the only thing that fucking matters, Sabine.” I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy.” My mouth was still close to hers, but I didn’t kiss her again. I felt her breasts against me. They were big and round, and my cock gave a mighty jerk. I pressed my dick against her again, letting her feel the stiffness of it, letting her know the ten inches that would be buried in her cunt in a matter of minutes.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Sabine.”
“Hugo… be with me already.”
I growled out low. “I’m going to show you how a real man takes care of his woman.”
“Kiss me again.”
I did just that.
Our tongues slid along each other, frantic, heated, and full of need. I was hard, so hard for her that I found myself grinding my erection against her inner thigh, needing some friction.
She was pliant in my arms,