Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

was motivated by sheer sensation and obliterating pleasure.

“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes, Talon.” I whimpered, the pleasure cresting once more, another orgasm building.

Talon groaned long and low, his hips slamming forward one final time.

His release triggered mine, this one wringing me out completely and leaving me sated for the first time in my entire life.

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TALON

An out-of-body experience.

That was the only way I could describe that overwhelming, vicious need that had consumed me. It had driven me right to the point of madness, made me do something I’d never before done: lose control.

Now, as I remained buried inside Braelyn’s silky heat, I had no desire to withdraw, to walk away, to go about my business, which was my usual MO. When it came to sex, it had always been a means to an end. With my possessions, it sated an urge, relieved stress, even passed the time. With Braelyn … hell, I didn’t know what happened, but I knew I wanted it to happen again. And soon.

Lifting my head, I studied her face. “Did I hurt you?”

Her smile went right through me. “Only in the best possible way.”

I feared she was lying, but I couldn’t see any untruth in her eyes. It wouldn’t have surprised me one bit to find out she was a virgin based on how fucking tight she was.

“Ari, bring me a washcloth.”

It was then Braelyn’s expression shifted to one of embarrassment. She’d clearly forgotten Ari was there.

I didn’t give her time to think about it, settling my mouth on hers, sliding my tongue inside, rocking my hips gently as my cock thickened once again. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed someone. Certainly not my possessions, nor any of the submissives I’d been with over the years. I’d never considered kissing to be something I might enjoy. Not until I’d kissed Braelyn. Now I wasn’t sure it was something I could live without.

When Braelyn whimpered, I pulled back.

Her smile was shy. “Sore.”

Of course she was. I hadn’t been gentle, my only goal to ply her with so much pleasure she was overcome by it. I hadn’t expected her to be so responsive, her orgasms triggered so easily. It was a euphoric feeling, that was for damn sure.

When Ari returned, laying the damp washcloth beside me, I managed to pull out of Braelyn. I was trapped by my jeans shackling my thighs, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t extricate myself from her completely anyway, so I eased onto my side, keeping her close as I fused my mouth to hers once again.

As I kissed her, our tongues leisurely tangling, exploring, I used the cloth to clean between her legs. I inhaled her soft whimpers and her satisfied moans.

Something told me I had to be delicate with Braelyn. Especially in this situation. The last thing I wanted was to send her running, to have her regretting what had just happened. Like I said, I’d never experienced this before, never felt the emotions that were now churning in my gut. For the first time in my life, someone else’s feelings were my main priority.

It took a little effort, but I managed to continue kissing her while I retrieved her shorts, helped to slide them back up her long, sexy legs. She buttoned them while I nibbled on her lips.

“I want you again,” I admitted, smiling down at her. “Or maybe still. I still want you.”

Her eyes softened, as though she’d needed to hear those words.

I could’ve spent the entire day lodged to the hilt inside the tightest, wettest pussy I’d ever known, but I believed Braelyn when she said she was sore. I was not a small man, not in any way, shape, or form. Plus I’d been a bit rougher than I should’ve been. So rather than take, as was my instinct, I got up, righted my clothes, tucking my cock away and ignoring the discomfort.

But rather than take her on the tour I’d promised, I sat down, pulling Braelyn next to me, cuddling up to her. This was where I needed to be right now. Where I needed her to be.

“Bring us something to drink,” I commanded Ari.

He didn’t ask what we wanted; instead, he headed into the house to prepare it, returning a moment later with fresh mimosas for both of us.

“I … uh…” Braelyn sighed. “We … um … we didn’t use a condom.”

Peering down at her, it was my turn to sigh. “No, we did not.”

“I’m not on birth control.”

I’d never had reason to tell anyone this because I’d always used protection with female submissives at the club, but Braelyn needed to know.

“I had a vasectomy,” I admitted. “Many years ago. Because of my lifestyle, my desires, I don’t have any plans to have children.”

As I said it, I probably should’ve considered what she might want, what she saw for her future.

“What about … diseases?” she asked, her words hesitant. “Do you worry about that?”

“Of course,” I said firmly. “And I’m tested regularly, as is anyone who comes to the island. I’m clean.”

She peered up at me. “You don’t know that I am.”

True. I didn’t. But I knew one thing. “I’ve learned enough about you, Braelyn, to know you would’ve told me.”

To my surprise, Braelyn’s hand slid over my stomach, her head burrowing into my shoulder. “You’re right. I would have. I’ve only been with a couple of men and I’ve always been careful.”

I heard the underlying admission: until me.

“I’m not sure I want kids, either,” she said softly. “I’ve thought about it, wondered if there was something wrong with me because I don’t immediately get all giddy at the thought of kids. But that’s always been the case. Maybe because I didn’t have a female role model, a mother.”

I didn’t say anything, not sure what to say. Even though I had the distinct feeling I was falling for this woman, would give her anything she ever asked, I still didn’t want children of my own. My lifestyle wasn’t conducive to a family.

“How long have