“You. Are. Mine,” he told her in a demanding voice as he pulled the silky material of her gown up to her waist.
Randi moaned aloud as Evan’s fingers pressed insistently between their bodies and beneath the scant covering of the thong she was wearing beneath the dress. She had worn the most daring set of lingerie she’d ever owned underneath her gown, needing to feel like the sexiest woman alive for just one more night.
“Christ, what are you wearing?” Evan’s voice was needy and hungry.
She didn’t answer; she panted as she leaned back on the counter, letting Evan look until he growled.
Randi trembled as he yanked the dress over her head, helping him as she shrugged it off and let it drop to the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra since the dress had a low back, and she could just imagine what she looked like in the red thong panties, her heels, and silky stockings held up by a garter belt. “They’re new. I bought them for our last night together.”
It was a bold move for her, a woman who liked lacy, pretty underwear rather than what she was wearing now.
Evan traced the outline of her folds through her saturated panties. Grasping her roughly by the waist, he sat her up on the counter. “I’ll buy you more,” he said in a harsh voice.
Before Randi could react, he gave a hard tug on the flimsy material and the panties came apart.
His mouth was between her thighs almost instantly, as he placed her legs on his shoulders.
The feel of his hot, hungry mouth on her bare pussy was a shock to her senses, especially since he didn’t start slow. He devoured. He tasted. He licked until Randi was chanting his name. “Evan. Oh God, Evan.”
His fierce possession of her was exhilarating. He held open her folds and buried his face in her pussy, feasting on her ravenously, greedily. He didn’t tease. He was a man driven to make her come, and his laser focus on the task was mind-blowing.
“Yes,” she moaned, fisting his hair and pulling his face flush against her needy core. “More.”
Evan could be as rough as possible, and it still might not be enough. She needed to come, and she needed it right now.
His tongue rolled exquisitely over her clit, forcefully and commandingly. There was no real finesse. There was only passion, desire, and raw, carnal need.
“Yes. Please. Now.” She whimpered her plea, grinding her pussy against his face, demanding that he make her climax.
And suddenly, devastatingly, she did, with a blinding-hot intensity that made her scream. “Evan!”
Pulsating waves washed over her in assaulting forcefulness, making it impossible for her to do anything but ride along with them. Evan rose and tore at his tuxedo pants, freeing his massive, hard cock in record time.
Randi barely had time to draw breath before Evan was inside her. He claimed her savagely, need riding him.
She coveted his possessive, caveman-like claiming, needing it to make her feel alive. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him. Her channel was still squeezing him from her first orgasm.
“Christ. You feel like a dream, but I know you’re real,” Evan said gravely, his voice vibrating with passion.
“Harder.” Randi needed more.
He yanked her off the slick countertop, and she nearly wailed aloud as he pulled himself out of her. Flipping her around, he took her hands and placed them on the counter as he moved behind her. “This will be hard, but I can’t control myself right now.”
“I need you out of control,” she agreed.
He drove his cock home, burying himself so deeply that Randi moaned.
“You’re mine,” Evan insisted in a feral groan as he pulled his cock almost totally out of her channel and drove it back in again.
Randi gasped at Evan’s carnal claiming, needing something to hold, something to keep her from flying away on a violent wave of elemental desire. Gripping the marble countertop tightly, she pushed back as Evan surged forward, and a feeling of satisfaction enveloped her at the sound of their bodies slamming together.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
Randi wanted to hold Evan inside her as deeply as he could possibly get. That was the moment she realized that he owned her: heart, body, and soul. She wanted more; she wanted everything from him.
“Don’t hold back,” she begged him with a moan, her body writhing.
“I can’t,” he admitted, sounding tortured as his grip on her hips tightened hard enough that she’d probably have bruises come morning. “Admit that you’re mine, Randi. Say it or I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
“I love you,” she blurted out helplessly, unable to keep her emotions under control. Every movement, every ragged breath she took was focused only on Evan at the moment, and she had to tell him how she felt.
“Fuck,” Evan rasped, pummeling into her with a strength that left her mindless. “What did you just say?”
“I love you,” she bellowed out loud, the words echoing in the tiny space.
She exploded the moment Evan moved one of his hands to the front of her body and stroked a thumb over her engorged clit. Her head dropped to the counter as her body was assaulted by pulsations that had her heart racing and her entire body trembling in climax.
“Don’t look down.” Evan grasped her hair and pulled her head up. “I need to see you.”
She probably wouldn’t have lifted her head if Evan hadn’t been supporting it by his hold on her hair. He threaded his fingers through the tresses, and their eyes met in the mirror as she saw herself in the throes of an orgasm.
Desperate.
Needy.