Sienna tried to turn her head, but his mouth followed. Her muffled cry of frustration was swallowed by his kiss. His tongue made a swift invasion into her mouth, seeking to conquer and demand her submission.
The thick length of his arousal pressed into her stomach, a hard and sensual reminder of his desire for her. And as much as she wanted to fight it, Sienna’s body stirred in response. She softened against him, her bones turning to liquid as a heavy ache bloomed between her legs.
She tried to shake her head, to mutter a protest against his mouth, but it came out as a husky moan and instead her lips moved against his in a fervent response.
Warrick’s growl of triumph didn’t escape her, but she was too far gone to care. She wanted him. Wanted this.
His free hand was everywhere and nowhere at once. Skimming down her rib cage, the dent of her waist and over the flare of her hip, before making a torturous journey back up. The trail of his fingers left tingles and heat in its path.
Sienna curled her tongue around his, sucking and teasing, addicted to the taste of him and the mindless pleasure being with him like this evoked. The possessive growl he made vibrated in the kiss and his hand that pinned her wrists above her head tightened.
Oh God, she needed him. Needed him touching her with his hands and mouth. Everywhere. The urge was a fever in her blood that couldn’t be tamed.
Warrick’s mouth slid from hers and down to her neck, his tongue flicking over the rapidly beating pulse.
Sienna squirmed against him, a plea for more, flirting on her lips, but she held back. Refusing to go so far as to beg.
When he closed his lips over the curve between her neck and shoulder an arrow of pleasure shot straight down her body to between her legs. She moved her feet restlessly, her flip-flops digging into the hard dirt as she moved to her tiptoes.
Warrick moved his hand in a return trip back down to her hip, but didn’t stop there. He moved farther, down her thigh and to the edge of the gray cotton shorts she wore. Her pulse jumped when he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of the leg, before moving upward with a purpose.
“Oh God,” she choked out as he brushed the core of her through her panties.
He exhaled in a huge rush of air against her neck and grazed her flesh with his teeth, before working his fingers under her panties to find her bare flesh.
“Who do you belong to, Sienna?”
His harsh question had her shaking her head in confusion. “No one. I belong to no one.”
“Wrong answer.” He traced her folds, dipping into the crease of her just enough to drive her mad. He teased and tortured with his featherlight touch, until she whimpered.
“Please,” she whispered.
Warrick laughed huskily as he slid a finger deeper inside her. Sienna came apart immediately. Her body already strung so tight and on the edge. She clenched around him and a sob of pleasure fled her lips as she trembled through the powerful release.
“Who do you belong to, Sienna?”
You. It would always be Warrick. Her eyes filled with tears as she stopped trying to fight the inevitable. Even as she hated him for making her admit it aloud.
“You,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Warrick.”
Triumph slammed through Warrick as he buried his mouth against Sienna’s neck. He penetrated her faster, harder. His cock jerked, hardening further at the way her body squeezed his finger like she wanted to break it off.
She was his. Maybe he didn’t deserve to hear the words but, dammit, he needed them.
The blood pounded through his veins in a rhythm of need and desire. So fierce it consumed his every thought and left no room for rationale.
Warrick tightened his fingers around her wrists. It wasn’t that he thought she’d fight him again—the cream on his finger and the husky cries coming from her throat proved otherwise.
But he liked seeing her like this. Spread out like a feast for him alone, submissive and begging.
Mine.
He slid his finger up through the warm, moist folds of her sex until he found the tiny kernel of flesh he was looking for. When he rubbed her clit Sienna jerked against him and let out a hoarse cry. He teased and pinched, listening to her mounting pleasure and waiting for her to come again.
His hips ground against hers. He would take her soon. Before he lost it and came all over her stomach. A rational part of his brain managed to sneak in a thought that maybe it would be better that way. But he pushed it aside.
No. He wanted everything. To be balls-deep in Sienna and hear her scream his name. Feel her nails dragging down his back.
He rubbed her clit faster, felt her body growing creamier in response, and knew she was close. Closing his fingers around the tiny, hard flesh, he squeezed, and was rewarded when she again flew over the edge.