Rush

on her hands, and when she would have moved them, he gave her
     a look—fierce—and pushed them back down again before once more releasing her. It was
     a command that didn’t need to be voiced, and she complied, leaving her hands where
     he’d placed them, her gaze riveted to him as she waited breathlessly for what he’d
     do next.
    He reached down, grasped her legs and pushed them upward to wrap around his waist—and
     again that
look
. That shivery, sexy look he sent her that told her to leave her legs just as he’d
     putthem. Then his hands slid down, underneath her ass, and he began to push into her,
     hard, forceful, a steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure singing through her body.
    It was instinctive to reach for him. She needed something to anchor her in the storm
     that was his possession of her. But his eyes snapped to her again, and his jaw tightened.
     She let her hands fall back to where they’d been.
    “I’ll tie them next time,” he said. “Don’t push me, Mia. I call the shots. I own you.
     You’re mine. You don’t fucking move those hands until I tell you. Understand?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, her body so taut, so very close to the edge that it was all
     she could do to even breathe.
    Her pulse accelerated, nearly exploding, tripping erratically at the sexy, badass
     look on his face. His gaze was full of promise. Of all the things he’d do to her.
     All the things he would make her do. And God help her but she couldn’t
wait
.
    He pounded into her again, shaking her body with the force of his reentry. She closed
     her eyes, clamping her teeth together to call back the cry that threatened to burst
     free.
    “Eyes,” he snapped. “On me, Mia. Always on me. You don’t come with your eyes closed.
     I want to see everything you have when I’m inside you. You don’t ever shut me out.”
    Her eyes flew open, finding him instantly, her breath exploding in a violent rush.
    He withdrew and then surged forward again, his hands tightening on her ass. She’d
     wear his fingerprints for sure. He held her, spread her even wider as he hammered
     into her. She couldn’t last. Wouldn’t last. It was too overwhelming. It was too…
everything
.
    “Say my name, Mia. Who owns you? Who do you belong to?”
    “You,” she gasped. “Gabe. You. Only you.”
    Satisfaction blazed in his eyes. His expression was fierce and possessive, strain
     evident in his jaw.
    “That’s right, baby. Mine. You say my name when you come.”
    He slipped a hand between them, finding her clit and stroking as he continued to thrust
     into her.
    “Come,” he demanded. “One more. Give it to me, Mia. I want to feel you go all wild
     around my cock. Soft and so silky. So very tight. It’s fucking heaven.”
    She let out a sharp cry, her arousal at a fever pitch. Her orgasm flashed, explosive
     and intense, even harder than before. He was deep. Impossibly deep. So far inside
     her that she could feel nothing else but his pulsating hardness as it drove through
     her snug tissue.
    His thighs slapped against her bottom, shaking her. She arched, wanting more, needing
     more. And still he thrust, his face a mask of strain.
    “My name,” he ground out. “My name when you come, Mia.”
    “Gabe!”
    His eyes glittered, a look of triumph as she writhed beneath him, her orgasm quaking
     through her body with an intensity she hadn’t imagined possible.
    She went limp on the bed, boneless, exhausted and sated as he continued to press into
     her. He slowed his thrusts, as though he wanted to savor every moment. He closed his
     eyes, stroking deep and then shallow. Then he pressed his lips together and began
     to move with renewed power. Deep.
Hard
.
    And then he went taut against her, every muscle in his arms and chest straining, coiled
     tight. His hands moved from her ass and back to where her hands still rested above
     her head. He pressed his palms into her, pushing them deeply into the mattress as
     he lowered his body until it was nearly flush with hers.
    “Mine,” he gritted out. “Mine, Mia.”
    She went slick around him as he pulsed wetly into her. He continued to thrust, jetting
     deep inside her. His release seemed to go on and on. She could feel the dampness between
     them, could hear the wet sounds as he sank into her over and over.
    And then he went deep and held himself there, slowly lowering his body the rest of
     the way until he covered her completely. His chest heaved and his breaths were