He ground his h*ps into me and I whimpered.
“Who’s inside you?” he demanded to know.
“You,” I answered.
“Who’s inside you?” he repeated and I blinked.
“Honey –”
His elbow bent and my body took on more of his weight as his face became the only thing I could see.
“Who’s f**king you?” he changed his question.
I was confused. “You,” I said again.
“Who am I?”
Oh God, I needed him to move!
“Tor,” I replied breathlessly.
That earned me a violent stroke and heat surged through me.
He stopped again and kept at it. “Who am I?”
“My husband,” I gasped.
Another violent stroke and again, “Who am I?”
“My prince,” I whispered.
“Bloody right,” he growled and his h*ps started moving faster, harder.
He moved his weight fully to his forearm and his hand slid from my chest, between my br**sts and down to my belly.
“Who does this belong to?” he asked.
“My prince,” I repeated.
His hand went up and cupped my breast firmly. “And this?” he demanded while his c**k drove deep and I lifted my knees higher and pressed my thighs tight to him.
Oh God.
“My prince,” I moaned.
His thumb slid roughly across my nipple and a shaft of pleasure shot through me.
Oh God!
“And this?” he continued harshly.
“It belongs to you, my prince,” I breathed.
His fingers left my breast, he pulled my hand away from his belly and pushed both of our hands between our legs, his hand over mine cupping my sex so I could feel his thrusts between our fingers.
His mouth came to mine and he stopped thrusting and started grinding. “Who does this belong to?”
Oh God, God, God.