15. Sarod

15

SAROD

I pull away from her lips, my breath ragged. The cool night air of the garden does nothing to quell the inferno raging inside me. I stare down at Josie, her eyes wide but defiant, lips swollen from our kiss. My hands pin her wrists to the damp garden ground, her body warm beneath mine.

"You're mine, Josie," I growl, voice thick with lust and something else—something primal, possessive. "You think I'd let you escape that easily?"

She arches an eyebrow, a sensual smirk playing on her lips. "Yours, huh?" Her voice is a husky whisper, teasing. She shifts slightly, her hip brushing against me, sending a jolt of desire coursing through my veins. "Prove it, Sarod."

A low groan escapes me, and I claim her mouth again, harder this time. She responds in kind, teeth nipping at my lower lip, drawing a flush of heat from deep within. Our tongues tangle, a dance of dominance and submission, give and take. Her hands, now free, grip my shoulders, pulling me closer.

I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. Her scent, flowery and sweet, fills my nostrils. It's intoxicating. I need more. I tug at her shirt, growling in satisfaction as buttons scatter across the grass. She gasps as her fingers dig into my back.

Her hands find the hem of my tunic, pulling it up and over my head. Cool air hits my skin, but her touch sets me ablaze again. I feel her fingers trace the scars on my back, a light touch that sends shivers down my spine. Not from cold, but from need.

My lips continue to brush against her soft skin. She shivers, whether from the cool night air or my touch, I can't tell. Her breath hitches as I move lower, exploring every inch of her like it's my territory to conquer. And fuck, it is.

"You're mine, Josie," I murmur against her collarbone, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. She starts to protest, but I cut her off with a stern look. "Say it."

She swallows hard, her eyes locked onto mine. Defiance flickers in her gaze, but it's mixed with something else—lust, need, desire. "I'm yours," she whispers, voice barely audible yet filled with so much intensity it makes my cock throb.

I smirk, satisfied, and continue my descent. Her skin is salty with sweat, sweet with her own unique scent. It's intoxicating. I nip at the delicate flesh around her navel, drawing out a gasp from deep within her. Her body squirms beneath me, seeking more, wanting more.

My fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down roughly. She lifts her hips to help, eager despite her earlier defiance. I chuckle low in my throat, a sound of triumph and anticipation. "Good girl," I murmur, and she blushes, turning her face away as if embarrassed by her own compliance.

But she doesn't stop me. Not when I slip her clothes off completely, leaving her bare before me. Not when I grip her thighs, spreading them wide so I can see all of her. Her pussy glistens with arousal, ready and waiting just for me.

I lean in, inhaling her scent deeply. It's heady, musky, fucking perfect. I blow a soft breath against her sensitive flesh, watching as goosebumps rise on her skin. Her hips buck slightly, seeking contact, but I hold back, teasing her.

"Tell me again, Josie," I demand, my voice a low growl. "Tell me who you belong to."

She groans, half in frustration, half in need. "You, Sarod," she admits, her voice a breathy moan. "I belong to you."

A satisfied grin spreads across my face. "Damn right, you do." And with that, I lean in, licking her pussy with one long, sensual stroke. Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy all at once. She cries out, her hands fisting in my hair as I continue to devour her, claiming every inch of her body as mine.

I lay my palms flat on Josie's inner thighs, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her soft skin. My tongue flicks over her clit, circling, teasing, drawing out gasps and moans from deep within her. Her hips buck against my mouth, seeking more friction, more pressure. I can feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

"Sarod... I'm... I'm almost..." Her voice is breathless, desperate. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight, pulling me closer.

But I pull back, a wicked grin spread across my face. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine, filled with frustration and need. "Not yet, sweetheart," I murmur, enjoy her impatience. "Not until I say so."

I kneel over her as I unfasten my belt, the leather slipping through the buckle with a soft hiss. Her gaze drops to my hands, watching as I free my cock from the confines of my pants. It's thick, hard, throbbing with every beat of my heart. A flicker of apprehension crosses her face, but it's quickly replaced by hunger.

I grip her hips with ease, pulling her towards me. She doesn't fight me as I do this. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, slick and warm. Her breath hitches, her body tensing in anticipation. I lean over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding myself into her.

"You're mine, Josie. Never forget that," I growl, my voice a deep rumble. And with one rough thrust, I bury myself inside her.

She cries out, a sound that's half-pain, half-pleasure. Her nails dig into my back, clinging to me as her body adjusts to the intrusion. I groan, the sensation of her tight heat around me almost too much to bear. She feels fucking amazing.

I start to move, each thrust deep and powerful. Her body rocks with the force of it, her breath coming in sharp gasps. The sounds she makes—fuck, they drive me wild. Soft whimpers, pleading moans, desperate cries for more. I give it to her, increasing my pace, my hips slamming against hers.

Her legs wrap around me, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. Her hands explore my body, tracing the lines of my muscles, the ridges of my scars. Every touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me, heightening my senses, intensifying every sensation.

I can feel her getting close again, her inner muscles clenching around me, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I don't want her to hold back. Not this time.

"That's it, Josie," I pant, my voice rough with exertion. "Let go. Let me hear you scream."

I pull back, just enough to watch her face as I drive into her, over and over. Her eyes are glazed, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. "Look at you," I growl, voice rough with exertion. "Spread wide for me, taking my cock like a good little human."

Josie moans, the sound vibrating through her entire body. She clings to me, nails digging into my flesh, urging me on. "More, Sarod," she begs, voice breathless. "Don't stop."

A wide grin tugs at my lips. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. Our tongues clash, teeth nipping at lips. I pull away, just enough to murmur against her mouth, "You're so fucking tight, Josie. So wet. You like having me inside you, don't you?"

Her response is a whimper, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist. She's close, I can feel it. Her body tenses, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But I want to hear her say it. I want her to admit it.

"Say it, Josie," I demand, my voice a low growl. I slow my thrusts, teasing her, drawing out a frustrated cry from deep within her. "Tell me how much you love having my cock buried deep inside you."

She groans, shaking her head from side to side. But I can see the truth in her eyes. She's just as into this as I am. I lean down, nipping at her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her.

"Say it, Josie," I murmur, my voice a dark promise.

Her body trembles, her breath hot against my skin. And then, finally, she admits it. "I love it," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I love having you inside me, Sarod."

A triumphant growl escapes me. I crush her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as I increase my pace. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing through the garden. I can feel her tightening around me, her orgasm building. And fuck, so is mine.

"Cum for me, Josie," I command, my voice a harsh rasp. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

And she does. Her body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down on me like a vice. She cries out, her voice a high-pitched keen that sends a shiver down my spine. Her release triggers my own, and I groan, spilling myself deep inside her.

Our bodies shake with the force of our orgasms, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I collapse on top of her, my weight pressing her into the cool grass. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close as we ride out the last waves of pleasure.

I roll off her, pulling her into my side. Our hearts pound in sync, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I look down at her, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. "See, Josie," I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I knew you'd look good on my cock."

She blushes, turning her face into my chest. But I can see the smile playing at her lips. She knows it too. And fuck, does that make me happy.