Chapter 35 - What's Your Name? *

"Would you like me to kiss you again, Katherine?" His lips moved against her earlobe, his tongue tracing the shell of it with luscious motions. "Would… you… like that?" he asked. He felt her nod and swooped in to press her up against him again, covering her mouth with his. His senses were overwhelmed by her taste and scent. His tongue stroked and explored. She clutched at his shirt as he leaned into her further, bending her backwards. His lips pulled away, moving to her sensitive throat. His hand snaked towards her waistband, finding her womanhood and cupping her tightly. She gasped at his possessive attitude. "Mine," he growled against her neck. His fingers began moving, stroking softly as she fisted his shirt, biting her lip to stop herself from moaning.

Unable to control herself, she gave in. She parted her legs slowly, giving him the access he wanted. His fingers slipped in deeper, finding the spot where she ached for him. They lost themselves in their own little world, everything else forgotten. The feeling of her warmth against his fingers left him bewitched. She arched her back to get closer to his touch, causing him to smile against her skin.

"Take what you need from me," he ordered. But his voice was affectionate. He increased his tempo and let his lips cover hers to swallow her screams of passion. He felt himself impossibly hard and waiting for her touch.

He moved away from her, taking his fingers into her mouth and licking her essence off his skin. He slipped the same hand to his pants gave himself a harsh stroke.

"You were delicious," he commented huskily.

"I want you… god, I want you so much," she confessed. He smiled as he gently pushed her forward so that he was bracing himself against the table. His entire body vibrated with anticipation and need. With a swift motion, the zip of his pant was undone and it fell unceremoniously to the ground. He moved between her legs, pressing forward, his hand wrapping around her possessively, his front flushed with her back. His large cock slowly slid between her folds, coating himself in her desire.

"What's your name?" she asked, panting.

"I can't tell you, love." He was bold. He pressed himself closer, feeling the tip of his member breach her. He didn't move for the longest time.

"Please," her mewls became louder, her pleas sweet to his ears.

"Cage, Katherine. My name is Cage," he growled. In a fluid motion, he thrust forward. "Now, let me hear you moan," he chuckled darkly as he began to thrust within her depths.

It was exactly what she had wanted. Hot, hard and fast. His cock thrust inside her deep and fast, his grip tight and demonic. He groaned and hissed as he fucked her, growling her name in a low rough voice of his. His unrelenting touch demanded her submission, his embrace was crushing as he climaxed, cursing and panting in her ear, burying himself deep within her. At the moment of his orgasm, a long, slow shiver ran through his entire frame and his gravelly voice whispered her name. "Katherine."

He breathed heavily as he looked down at his now satiated cock, seeing it almost wink at him in satisfaction. He smirked, feeling content in the images of her against him. He really had to give it to himself. He knew how to paint a vivid picture in his mind and masturbate to it.

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She couldn't fall asleep. The dream haunted her to the point that she wanted to move her hands between her thighs and do the deed. She resisted her urges, telling herself that she knew better than that, and pulled out her phone to run through her social media as a means of distraction. What she found was messages, long messages from the devious man who plagued her dreams. She was addicted to his words, she couldn't delay reading them.

[RayKon53: Are you trying to kill me, little girl? Do you want me to find you and take you over my knee and do unspeakable things to you as you plead to be released from the pleasure? I don't think you want that.]

But that is exactly what she wanted. Wasn't she provoking him to do just that?

[Let no man near you. Senpai doesn't like it when other men come pawing what is his. And you should remember that. Remember that you are mine, little girl. Be it a man or a woman, no one gets to touch you other than me.]

She loved his possessive streak. She silently bit down on her lips as she continued to read.

[I am glad that you enjoy the touch of a muscular man because I am all prepared, baby, to show you how hard and fast I can go. I bet we would be loud.]

And there it was. He had understood exactly what she was implying, and reading this message after that dream of her really left her frustrated.

[As for your favorite position, I wanted to know about yoga. What dirty things were you thinking about, my little loli? I like how your brain is always in the gutter.]

She sniggered, thinking that he was bluffing and had made the innuendo deliberately to throw her under the bus.

[You have stimulated me beyond belief. Make no mistake you will be paid back for this indiscretion. And tell any man who comes knocking at your door that you are taken. Okay, love?]