The Possessive Groom by Alexa Riley
Chapter 11
Lindsey
“Gibson!” I gasp his name as he enters me, and I close my eyes.
His words should scare me, and I should be pushing him away, but all I do is hold him closer. My arms and legs wrap around him instinctively, and I never want him to leave. I’ve never really thought about having a baby because I didn’t think it was something I’d have the chance to do. But from what he’s saying, he’s making it clear how far he wants to take us. This isn't some fling.
“Fuck, you feel too good.” He lets out a loud groan as he steels himself.
His cock is buried deep inside of me, and I’m thankful for the cover of darkness. The tears in my eyes aren't because of how far he has me stretched or the burn I feel, but because I’ve never felt so close to another person before.
Gibson is a big man, and he’s even bigger between his legs. But in this moment, I feel connected to him with more than just our bodies. This is different, and he makes me experience emotions I’ve never felt before. It is overwhelming, but god, I love them.
“Isn't that a good thing?” I let out a breath as I relax into his hold.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He brushes his mouth against mine, and I open for him. He kisses me sweetly, and with each second that passes, my body softens and my need grows.
“Then stop running,” I say when his mouth releases mine.
“I wish I could see your eyes right now.”
Can he feel all the emotions that are overwhelming me? “Why?” My sex clenches around him as I ache for him to move. He lets out a growl so deep it rumbles through his chest and into mine, and I swear it shoots right down to my clit.
“Because if you could see me, you’d believe everything I'll do will always be in your best interest.” He pulls out slowly and then rocks back in. “Princess,” he adds, and I dig my nails into his back.
The first time he called me that it pissed me off, although it did get him in the door. Gibson is good at reading me to get what he wants.
Never in all my life has someone called me princess, because I’ve never been one in any sense of the word. When he kept saying it as he kissed me all over and laid his claim to my body, the word started to change in my mind, and I found I want to be his princess.
“I think you love it when I call you princess.”
“Lies.” This time when he thrusts, it’s strong and deep, and I moan loudly.
“Princess.” His tone is filled with warning, and even I feel myself contract around him. “There it is. Your pussy likes it.” I bet if the lights were on, he’d have the cockiest grin. “I think she’s begging me to say it.” He’s right, but I’m not about to say it. “Answer me.” His mouth goes to my neck and his teeth nip at me. I shudder at the feeling and he kisses the spot before whispering in my ear. “Princess.”
“Okay, I love it!” I shout.
“I’m going to make you love a lot of things, princess.” He’s not gloating but stating a fact, and his words have my head spinning. He starts to move before I can form words to respond, although I’m not so sure I can.
My hips rise with each of his thrusts, and I’m physically begging for more. The words might not be pouring from me because I’ve never been good at telling people what I need. But my body is letting us both know what I want, and it’s him.
“Gibson.” I moan his name again, and that’s all I can manage. Sounds of pleasure pour from me as he pushes me toward another orgasm.
“Want you to milk my cock,” he grits out as he thrusts, and I swear his cock swells. “Get every drop of cum from me. Be a greedy little princess. It belongs to you.” His filthy words are all it takes, and I cry out as the orgasm hits me hard.
“Lindsey.” He says my name like a curse as his body jerks over mine.
The clench of my pussy takes him over the edge with me, and I feel his warm release spread in my body. He thrusts hard twice more as every muscle in his back flexes and he grunts. More of his seed splashes inside of me, and it feels like he can’t stop coming. The feel of him inside me, the weight of his body on top of mine, and his mouth at my neck are too much, and before I know it, another orgasm flares and I release.
I close my eyes tight as my legs shake until my whole body goes lax under him. My arms fall at my sides, and my legs spread out limp on the bed. Pleasure hums all over my skin, and I’m not sure I’ll ever walk again. I smile when he kisses up my neck and then along my jaw until he gets to my lips. His mouth is both filthy and sweet.
Gibson is a different breed of man, and that has to be part of this instant attraction I’ve had to him. I’m drawn to him in a way I’ve never been to other men, and I never want this kiss to end. Or any of it to end, for that matter.
After his mouth has hungrily tasted every inch of skin he can reach, he shifts, and his cock slips free of me. It’s then I realize he’s still half hard and some of the cum inside of me comes out with him. I try not to wince at the small amount of pain I feel, but he really is thick everywhere.
Lightning flashes, and I watch as he moves to sit on the side of the bed. The only sound in the room is coming from the storm that’s still raging outside. What now? I try to not let doubt creep into my mind as he shifts up the bed toward me.
“Stay here,” he orders me, and I can practically hear his smile. “Princess.” That one word washes the doubt away as he gets up.
I sit up against the headboard, pulling the sheet over myself. I can hear him moving around in the bathroom, and at one point I also think I hear him using the hotel phone. The water in the bathroom turns on a moment before Gibson comes back out.
“You need a soak,” he says, and without asking, he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom.
He’s got his phone sitting on the counter with the flashlight on and facing up so that part of the room is lit. He helps me down in the tub that’s already half full and then he gets in right behind me. His arms and legs envelop me from behind, and I relax against him. God, it's so nice being taken care of in this way, and I turn my head to rest it on his broad chest.
“They said the power should be back on soon,” he says, and I smile.
“You called down and asked?”
“Of course I did. I don’t want you worrying over it, and you have a tendency to worry.” I nod in agreement.
Normally yes, but I don't have any worries now. Even the fears I had earlier about if he thought I was stupid with how he was making everyone explain things have dissipated. He was only trying to put me at ease and take away my worry.
Then why did he try to leave? There has to be something bigger I’m not understanding, but I don’t want to ruin this moment.
The hot water relaxes my body, and I let my eyes drift closed.
Before I know what’s happening, I jerk awake, thinking it’s only been a moment, but the sun peeks through the curtains and I’m back in my bed. Gibson’s eyes are locked on mine as a smile spreads across his face.
“You’re awake.”
“I don’t remember falling asleep.”
“You needed sleep.” He rolls me onto my back and slips under the covers with me.
“What are you doing?” The question is dumb because I know what he’s doing, and I do not want him to stop.
“We don’t have a ton of time, and I need a taste before we go downstairs. Breakfast is soon.” I turn my head to look at the time but forget everything when his face dips between my legs and his tongue circles my clit. “I don’t want to make this fast, but I know you don’t want to be late.”
I think I’d make an exception this time, but Gibson doesn't disappoint. The man must have paid attention to every sound I made last night because he knows how to work my body better than I do. He latches onto my clit, taking me to a different kind of paradise. Twice.
“You’re spoiling me,” I tease when I’ve finally recovered from the orgasms. “How am I going to wake up when we leave here?”
He starts to respond, but we’re both startled by a gasp.
“Sorry!” Mary shouts quickly as she hurries out of the room and shuts the door behind her. I want to pull the covers over my head and disappear.
I feel the bed shaking, and I look over to see Gibson trying to smother a smile.
