Chapter 680 Claiming What Is Mine

680 Claiming What Is Mine

Day Seventy-Three...

"You can't leave. You are mine today." Nathan whispered in her ear with his sensual voice.

Nathan pressed his body against her as he put pressure on her. Then his hand started to move, tracing the curve of her shoulder, down to the side of her breast. His touch ignited a trail of sensation along her skin.

A shiver raced through Jane, her lower lip captured between her teeth as she swallowed hard, feeling the heat of Nathan's intense gaze fixated on her lips. His piercing blue eyes seemed to hunger for her, an unmistakable desire blazing within their depths.

Not breaking their eye-to-eye contact, his fingers seized the hem of her shirt, inching it upward until her bare upper body was unveiled to him. Lust danced in his eyes, his lips moistened in anticipation. He was contemplating whether to kiss her tempting lips or feast on her hot alluring body.

"Help me take this off. I don't want you to blame me again for tearing your clothes apart," Nathan murmured in his husky tone. 2 Jane responded with a soft giggle before obediently yielding to his request. Her hands ascended gracefully, granting Nathan permission to gently peel her shirt away. Nathan didn't waste any more time as he threw her shirt to the floor.

His fingers latched onto the left lace of her bra, while his teeth delicately ensnared the other lace along her right shoulder. He tugged and pulled the laces simultaneously to free her breasts from the confines of her lingerie.

Her breasts protrude in front of him as if they were asking to be plucked by his warm hands. The sight of her beautifully rounded, tempting mounds accompanied by their pinkish, aroused peaks only fueled Nathan's escalating desire.

Driven by an almost involuntary impulse, Nathan's hands enclosed her two breasts, their warmth and weight fitting perfectly in his large palms. With deliberate and sensuous movements, he kneaded and massaged her round breasts. Each touch elicited pleasurable moans from Jane, her body instinctively arching in response to the intoxicating sensations.

His teasing caresses continued stimulating her sensitive breasts, each squeeze and stroke an exploration of her bosom, as if he were sculpting clay or kneading dough, savoring the pliant and responsive nature of her flesh. Each motion was deliberate, stirring an escalating passion that seemed to cover them both in an intoxicating dance of desire.

Jane's affirmation came in breathy nods and an uncertain yet consenting

"Y-Yes."

She continued while panting heavily. "Only you... can touch me like this," she managed to express amidst the whirlwind of sensations. Nathan's smile illuminated his face as her words reached his ears. Drawing his face closer to hers, he indulged in the tender play of nibbling, licking, and gentle suction upon her earlobe, each gesture a testament to his adoration and possession.

A murmur, charged with possessiveness, spilled from Nathan's lips as he articulated his claim. "This body is mine..." His words were accompanied by an assertive grip on her breast, fingers coaxing and tugging at her nipple in a way that sent pulses of desire through her.

Jane's response was swift and reassuring. "Yes, I'm yours," she acknowledged, her realization of Nathan's possessive nature dawning on her. And she wanted to reassure him so that he wouldn't worry about her plan to get close to Vincent.

"Good! Now, I'm going to claim what is MINE... over and over again," Nathan declared to her.

The next thing she heard was the unbuckling of the belt and the telltale sound of a zipper being drawn down, signaling Nathan's intent. Sensations surged through Jane as she sensed Nathan's movements, his weight shifting over her, and the deliberate guidance of her legs, urging them apart with a firm, yet gentle touch.

The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Nathan positioned himself between her parted legs, their breaths mingling in the space between them. With purposeful determination, he positioned himself, the heat of his desire was evident in the way he guided his hardened length to meet the moist heat at her entrance.

Nathan could no longer control his burning desire. With one swift and deliberate motion, he entered her with an intensity that sent a rush of sensation through both their bodies. The joining of their forms was a collision of desire and need, igniting a fervent connection that consumed them in a whirlwind of passion.