18. He Is Something More.

Aminda

"Say that you take back your rejection!" His thrusts became deeper and faster as he was driving himself into a frenzy of lust and possessiveness. "Say that you're mine." His thrusts were frenetic. I was afraid the headboard was about to break. I couldn't speak. It was too much. Too much sensation. Too much pleasure. I felt the cramps in my pelvic area, the impending orgasm building up, but then he stopped. I opened my eyes and met with his. His blue eyes were clouded with desire. I was panting, drunken with need. My voice was raspy from screaming his name.

"I'm yours, Kian. Only yours. Forever yours." I whispered, my eyes never leaving his. A satisfied groan scaped his throat. He started pounding again with the same madness as before. The sounds of the bed were mortifying. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them over my head. My boobs jolted up. He swirled his tongue on one of my nipples before latching on it and sucking it painfully. The pleasure was so intense at the