30. Josie

30

JOSIE

S arod returns to me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. Behind us, Connie's rabid screaming echoes, but it's distant, a world away from the safety of Sarod's gaze. He takes my hand, his grip firm and reassuring, and leads me inside, away from the chaos.

We barely make it to his bedroom before he pulls me close, his hands expertly undressing me. Each button, each fabric snap, surrenders to his touch. He doesn't rush, but there's an urgency in his movements, a hunger that matches my own. His lips find mine, claiming them with a fierce tenderness that leaves me breathless.

"You're all mine, Josie," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a deep rumble that resonates within me. His hands explore my body, tracing lines of fire that ignite my desires. Each touch, each kiss, is a declaration, a promise.

I can't help but melt into him, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath his skin. His words echo in my mind, "You're all mine," and I find myself surrendering to the truth of them. I am his, completely, irrevocably.

He pauses, his eyes searching mine, and I see the vulnerability there, the raw need. "Say it, Josie," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Say you're mine."

My heart hammers in my chest, and I can feel the weight of the moment, the significance of the words. I take a deep breath, looking into his amber eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings reflected back at me. "I'm yours, Sarod," I whisper, my voice filled with conviction. "All yours."

Sarod's lips claim mine with a fierce passion that leaves me breathless. His hands, rough and powerful, grip my waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his heart beating in rhythm with mine.

Without a word, he guides me onto the bed, his strength making me feel both vulnerable and safe. His eyes, those deep amber pools, never leave mine as he trails kisses down my body, each one a brand, a promise. I shiver with anticipation as he moves lower, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"You're mine, Josie," he murmurs against my skin, his voice a low growl that resonates within me. I can't respond, can barely think, as his mouth explores every inch of me, claiming me, possessing me.

He pauses at my thighs, his breath warm against my sensitive skin. I squirm, aching for more, but he holds me firmly, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Patience, little one," he teases, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide, and I feel a rush of desire. I'm exposed to him, completely at his mercy, and the sensation is exhilarating. He leans in, his breath hot against my core, and I can't help but let out a soft moan.

"That's it," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me, sending shivers down my spine. "Let me hear you, Josie. Don't hold back."

And then his mouth is on me, his tongue exploring, tasting, devouring. I gasp, my back arching as I'm overwhelmed by sensation. My hands fist the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me as waves of pleasure wash over me. He's relentless, his movements confident and sure, as if he knows my body better than I do, as if he's claiming it as his own. Each stroke of his tongue sends another jolt of ecstasy through me, and I can't help but cry out his name, surrendering to his touch.

Each flick of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, sends me spiraling closer to the edge. I can't think, can't breathe, can only feel. The room fades away, leaving only the sensation of his mouth on me, the heat of his body, the power of his touch.

I'm close, so close, and he knows it. He growls against me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. "Come for me, Josie," he orders, his voice raw and primal.

And I do. I shatter, my body convulsing with the force of my release. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and I cry out his name, a litany of pleasure and surrender. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow, but continues to feast on me, drawing out my orgasm until I'm a boneless, trembling mess.

Only then does he lift his head, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. "Mine," he growls, the single word a vow, a claim, a promise. And in that moment, I know it's true. I am his, completely and utterly.

Sarod looms over me, his amber eyes blazing with a hunger that sends a thrill down my spine. I can feel the heat of his body, the strength in his muscles as he positions himself between my thighs. His cock, hard and ready, presses against my entrance, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. He teases me, gliding the head of his cock along my wet folds, but not entering fully. Not yet.

"Look at me, Josie," he commands, his voice a deep growl that resonates within me. I obey, my gaze locked onto his, and I see the raw desire in his eyes, the fierce need that matches my own.

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that's more tease than comfort.

"You want this, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a dark whisper that sends shivers down my spine. "You want me to fuck you, to claim you, to make you mine."

I nod, my breath hitching in my throat. I do want this, more than anything. I want to feel him inside me, to surrender to his touch, to be claimed by him completely.

But he doesn't move, doesn't give me what I crave. Instead, he holds himself still, his cock poised at my entrance, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Beg for it, Josie," he orders, his voice harsh with desire. "Beg for my cock."

A flush of embarrassment heats my cheeks, but I can't deny the thrill that courses through me at his words. I want this, want him, and I'm not too proud to beg.

"Please, Sarod," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please fuck me. I need you. I need this."

His grin widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "That's my girl," he murmurs, and then he thrusts into me, filling me completely.

I gasp, my back arching as I'm overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me. He's rough, his movements swift and powerful, each thrust claiming me, possessing me. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on.

His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me, his body dominating mine. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, each movement driving me closer to the edge. I can feel his cock deep inside me, can feel the way my body yields to his, and it's exhilarating.

"Mine," he growls, his voice a primal claim that resonates within me. "You're mine, Josie. All mine."

Sarod's movements become more urgent, his hips driving into me with a relentless rhythm that leaves me gasping. His hand trails down my body between us, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He rubs circles, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

"You feel so good," he growls, his voice like gravel against my ear. His breath is hot on my neck, his body a furnace above me. I can feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he slides in and out, filling me completely.

My hands clutch at his back, nails digging into his flesh as I hold on for dear life. The dual sensation of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit is overwhelming. I can feel the pressure building, a coil tightening in my core, ready to snap.

"Sarod," I pant, his name a plea on my lips. I'm close, so close. His eyes meet mine, amber pools of desire and dominance. He knows what he's doing to me, knows how to play my body like an instrument.

"Cum for me, Josie," he commands, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. His fingers move faster, rubbing tight circles that send me spiraling. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

And I do. I can't help it. The coil snaps, and pleasure explodes through me. My body convulses, my pussy clamping down on his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. I cry out, his name a litany on my lips as I ride out the storm.

Sarod groans, his hips moving erratically as he chases his own release. His cock swells inside me, and then he's cumming, hot and thick, filling me completely. His body shudders, and he collapses on top of me, his weight a comforting blanket.

We lie there for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths mingling. Sarod's cock pulses inside me, aftershocks of his orgasm sending tiny jolts of pleasure through us both. His hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. It's a tender gesture, at odds with the raw, primal act we've just shared. But it feels right. Everything about this, about us, feels right.

"You're mine," he whispers. "And I'm never letting you go. Believe that."

"I do," I say, resting my hand over his. "I'd never want to leave you, anyway."

And I mean it. No matter where life brings me, I know that Sarod will be with me regardless.

The End