Chapter 19

I didn’t even realize we’d made it into his limo until the door slammed shut. Osborne’s voice cut through my haze, rough and commanding as he spoke into a collar mic. “Take us to the mansion. Now.” But my mind was already spinning in a whirlwind of need. My pulse pounded in my ears, my body screaming for him. I fisted his collar and yanked him toward me. His mouth met mine in a fierce, crushing kiss, and the world fell away. Goddess, I felt so hot—too hot—and every part of me ached for him. I reached for his belt, my fingers brushing the hard line of him beneath the fabric, but his hand caught mine. “No,” he breathed, his voice low and frayed at the edges. “But I want you now,” I whispered against his lips, tasting his restraint. “I know,” he said, eyes dark with hunger. “I want you too… but we’ll be there before you know it.” His words didn’t register. My body didn’t care about it, before we knew it. I shoved his coat from his shoulders and kissed him again, deeper, desperate. His low sound rumbled against my mouth, a warning and a surrender all at once. I trailed my lips down his jaw to his neck. He hissed, his hand tightening around my waist like he was holding himself back with every ounce of control he had left. “You’ll make me lose control, Aina.” Before I could answer, he scooped me up and set me across the wide leather seat, his eyes locked on me—hot, sharp, and dangerous. There was more than enough room for him to take me right there. The only reason he wasn’t… was because Osborne, even burning with desire, still had the discipline to deny himself. But me? My reason was gone. And I wanted him to lose his too. Then his hand slid down, fingers curling under my knee to lifted my leg. My dress bunched up around my waist, the cool air brushing my overheated skin. I needed him. Every inch of me screamed for him. I shifted my hips in a slow, hungry roll, my breath hitching when he pushed my panties aside, to touch my folds. “Oh, fuck…” his voice was low and rough. “You’re so ready, sugar plum.” A desperate sound escaped my throat as his fingers found my swollen bud, circling it with maddening slowness. “That’s not enough, Osborne,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “Put it in.”, he shook his head slowly “not here babe, I wouldn't want to put it here, Aina, please get it together”  Instead of giving in, his mouth claimed mine, swallowing my cries as his hand kept working me in smooth, controlled strokes. Through the thin fabric of his pants, I felt him—thick, hard, and straining—like it was agony for him not to take me right there. “We’re almost there, Aina,” he growled against my lips. “Hold on… fuck, I need to hold on.” he says to himself with a grunt. I whimpered, but then—one long, thick finger slid inside me. My back arched as my hands clutched his shoulders. He began to move it, slow at first, then faster, deeper, until my moans filled the car, blending with the slick sound of his fingers working my soaked heat. I bit his lower lip in desperation, tasting his groan as his pace grew relentless, he added another finger and I felt like I could burst, my toes curling as I moved my hips in the direction of his strokes. The pressure built until it burst, my release spilling hot over his hand. My breath came in ragged gasps as I convulsed… but the ache didn’t fade. If anything, it burned hotter, sharper, worse. And just when I thought I’d break apart completely, the limo finally slowed to a stop. Osborne sat up abruptly, looking utterly disheveled. He straightened my dress, but my legs felt too weak to even think about walking into the mansion. His breathing was rough as his eyes locked on me—hungrier, needier than I’d ever seen. Without another word, he stepped out of the limo, and I followed, though every step was a struggle. The heat coiled low in my stomach, making it nearly impossible to control myself. Before I could register what was happening, he scooped me up effortlessly, my weight nothing in his arms. Did he run? Maybe. Because the next moment, we were in a lavish room, and I had no time to take in the details before his lips claimed mine again. Still holding me, he set me down on a table, the sound of objects crashing to the floor as he swept them aside without care. Our mouths were desperate, tongues tangling in a frenzy of need. Then came the sharp rip of fabric—my clothes being torn away—while my own hands tore at the buttons of his shirt. We weren’t thinking, we weren’t human at that moment, although our forms were. We were wild, devouring beasts in it. My panties were taken off right away along with his belt; he revealed himself, he was thick and hard with warmth and I desired him deep within me. I wasn’t interested in gentle touches or caresses because we've been doing that for sometime; I was on fire. He kissed me one final time before saying, "the bed or here, decide quickly because I'm losing control."  I opened wider, giving him access; there was no reason for him to hesitate. "Fuck," he said as he entered. He was either too big or I was too tight, but I was wet enough. "It's gonna sting a bit," he warned me. "Oh, please just do it, Osborne." In a swift motion, he tore through me, and I gasped, not from pain but from warmth; he had finally filled me completely.  "Move Osborne," I said to him, I was so impatient, while he studied my face. "If you lack compassion for your body, I do.", sincerely he speaks too much, so I grabbed his head and kissed him to shut him up.  Initially, he pulled his length out and then pushed it back in gently while we kissed, but soon his motions turned intense; he thrust into me suddenly, as his body began to slap mine in passion and before I realized it, he was in and out of me rapidly, as he sends waves of pleasure through my body.  My body was consumed by him, and I couldn't hold back, "oh yes, please, ah" he kept hitting me in places I haven't been hit before, I couldn't focus, "oh, please, oh" I kept moaning, his actions were aggressive, and I enjoyed it that way.