24690 by Alaska Angelini, A. A. Dark

form of control. His hand followed me down, repeatedly. When I withdrew and straddled his cock, Bram was the stranger again. He was beautiful.
    Thickness stretched my channel and I eased down, taking him within me. His hands rose and before he could place them on my hips like he had intended, I interlaced our fingers, holding them between us as I began to move against him. The pained expression, the longing … he couldn’t hide what he felt in his moment. In our moment .
    I rotated my hips, moaning as I took all of him deep inside of me. Bram jerked against our hold, sitting as he did so. His arms were suddenly around me, working me up and down his cock as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. The passion we shared left me euphoric. Everything disappeared but the two of us. We kept it slow—increased our speed—went back to leisurely, to take our time. Hours seemed to pass and I never wanted our moment to end.
    Sweat covered our bodies, but I didn’t care. I continued sucking against the salty junction of Bram’s neck. Another orgasm was on the verge of coming and I could feel him swelling inside of me.
    “You’ll stay with me, tonight. You’ll sleep with me so I can hold you like this. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
    And with those words, I let myself shatter. My body shook with spasms and my heart swelled to heights I never imagined. True to his words, I became ruined for anyone else. I wasn’t a slave in our moment. I was his.

Chapter 11
    Bram
     
    Had I loved her before when she wasn’t mine? The amount didn’t seem comparable to what I felt now. Twenty-four-six-ninety left me enchanted with her presence. I couldn’t imagine being without her. And soon I would. Soon, she might belong to West, and he’d have this part of her. He’d love her, just as I did. And her, she would come to love him too. Who wouldn’t? West was gentler than I was. He wouldn’t talk down to her. He’d make her feel like a queen, not a slave.
    I blinked through the heaviness of my lids, staring into her sleeping face. Such peace for someone who had been through real hell. The bruising was fading, but I saw no discoloration when I looked at her. Only the beauty I had witnessed from the beginning. God, I loved her. I love her more than what was fathomable. How was I going to release her to another man? I knew I should have never of taken her this way. What had I been thinking?
    As if my slave could feel my eyes on her, she stirred, reaching up to hold at my neck. My arms were still wrapped around her. I doubted they left her during our few hours of sleep. And the sleep … fuck . I’d never slept so deeply. Her love worked miracles to the man I had been.
    I leaned forward, brushing my lips over hers. Light blue was almost lavender as she peered up at me for the smallest moment. Sleep took her again and I almost wanted to kiss her harder so she’d wake. But if I did that, we’d be up, and I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted it to end.
    The grip tightened on my neck while she snuggled into my chest. How could a heart feel so much emotion? The vastness seemed to spread inside of me forever. But with it was a sinking weight that promised of pain to come. Pain I wasn’t prepared for. Pain I couldn’t begin to comprehend. If I thought I had loved her before—if the sadness of not having her was that strong—this might literally kill me.
    A yawn came from her mouth and she blinked, staring up to me. My hand came to rest on the back of her head as I pulled her closer.
    “Go back to sleep. I forbid you to wake. Not yet.”
    A small laugh echoed around, feeding the love. She threw her leg over my hip, squeezing me tight before silence once again took over. Minutes passed and her breathing lightened. She was sleeping again, and me, I was content to live the rest of my days just like this. But I wouldn’t. Couldn’t. This may have been heaven, but the time would come when my true colors broke through. I’d