Page 68 of Deserving Lara
For a split second, Lara was back there. In that basement. Watching as her captor masturbated over her. But then she blinked and all she saw was Owl.
But of course, he saw her reaction. He froze, sitting back on his heels.
“No!” Lara exclaimed, reaching for him. “Please, Owl, I need you!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! I love you. I’m here with you, and you would never hurt me.”
“Damn straight,” he said, then his jaw clenched with determination and he scooted forward, forcing her thighs to spread apart to make room for him.
“You are so beautiful. Dripping for me,” he said in a hoarse tone.
“Yes,” she encouraged. Hearing his voice went a long way toward keeping her in the here and now.
“Touch me,” Owl ordered. “Put your hands on my chest. Feel my heart beating just for you.”
She gladly did as he asked, and he wasn’t wrong, his heart was thumping hard in his chest. She could feel one of his many scars under her palm, and it further grounded her. Owl had his own demons, and she wanted to be there for him just as he had for her.
She felt the tip of his cock brush against her sensitive folds, and gasped.
Then he was inside. He didn’t hesitate, which she appreciated. He buried himself as deep in her sheath as he could go, and nothing had ever felt so right in her life. And it felt different with him on top. Amazing.
“Is this okay?” he asked, holding himself still above her.
“It’s perfect,” Lara breathed. “Move.”
He did. Slowly at first, but with each thrust, his assurance grew that he wasn’t hurting her, that she was enjoying what he was doing, and he sped up.
Soon, he was pounding into her, claiming her. Ruining her for any other man—not that he hadn’t already done that.
“Yours,” he chanted every time he bottomed out inside her.
Lara couldn’t help but smile at that. He didn’t claim her; he was still giving her the power by claiming she ownedhim. It was semantics, because she did feel as if she was his right back, but she loved how sensitive he was to all that she’d been through.
Owl reached down, grabbing hold of her knee and pulling it up. Then he did the same with the other one. He hooked her legs over his arms and braced himself on the mattress as he hovered over her.
He thrust, and she squeaked because he was so deep inside her now. Much deeper than when she’d been on top.
“Yours,” he said again, as he pushed inside her.
“Mine,” she agreed.
He stared into her eyes as he took her. She was helpless under him, but instead of feeling afraid and small, she felt powerful. When she ran her hands up his chest, he shuddered as she caressed his nipples. When she put one hand on the back of his neck, she felt the goose bumps rise on his skin. He might be in the dominant position at the moment, but she had just as much power over their lovemaking. It was a heady feeling.
“You like this,” she panted.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he told her.
“You’re so deep.”
“Gonna fill you to the brim,” he choked out. “Gonna give you my baby. If you don’t want that, now’s the time to speak up.”
Lara smiled. She wasn’t sure why tonight was different than any of the other times he’d come inside her, but she didn’t argue. She wanted this man’s baby. Craved it with every fiber of her being.
“Do it,” she demanded.
Determination lit Owl’s eyes, and he stopped holding back. He pounded into her, grunting each time he bottomed out. Pleasure swam throughout Lara’s body. Everything tingled. She moved a hand down between her legs.
