THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance, Elena Monroe [have you read this book .txt] 📗

Laying kisses along my neck, shoulder, and down to my breasts—it was like he knew already. No matter how much time or distance between us, he was so attuned to me.

Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I felt his hips take a faster pace that felt even more brutal while he forced my pussy to mold to his size. He was going to be the only thing my pussy remembered. “Bowey, yes,” I mumbled around a moan that slipped out from between my lips.

Chasing our breath, it filled the quiet room until he whispered, “I know, Evey, come for me.” His words felt so sinful that my whole body almost came on demand for him, feeling everything tense and still in me while an orgasm reigned over my body.

Bowen stalled, his hips pressing into me as I squeezed around him in a tight vice, coming with a wave of moans. I felt Bowen’s kisses cover every inch of me, trying to steal any of the pain even though I was feeling none of it anymore.

My eyes floated open again, looking up at him when I whispered, “Bowey, did you?” I was so distracted by the stages of losing my virginity that it was too hard to notice every way I felt good because of him.

“It’s not about me, Evey. It’s about you,” Pushing back against his heels I leaned up to my elbows, trying to follow his eyes. He wanted me to feel good while he neglected himself some more, all he had done was starve himself of all the pleasures of life.

Not anymore.

This was our redemption story.

Pushing myself onto his lap again, I was already chasing my second orgasm while he didn’t even experience a first one. “I know you’re Famine, but I’m not letting you not enjoy this.” He wanted his Evey back and this moment was being pulled from our childhood.

I was always convincing him whatever trouble I cooked up would be for his enjoyment and I was rarely wrong.

Maybe he would regret wanting his Evey back.

His hand was squeezing himself tightly in a closed fist and his features screwed up in desperation. “Goddamn it, Evey. You can’t save me.”

I watched his hand move slowly and painfully up his length between us, pleasuring himself instead of just enjoying me the way I craved him to. My breasts were eye level, and I could feel him committing them to memory while he groaned softly like this would be the only time he gives into me.

He moved like I weighed nothing when he sat on his ass against the headboard still touching himself. “We can save each other...” Full of hope I knew it wouldn’t penetrate his surface, but it needed to be said anyways.

False hope is still some kind of hope.

Adjusting myself on his lap, legs on either side of his body, I felt his tip smooth over the wetness between my legs. “Why can’t you just let me waste away the way I want to?” His lips were so close to mine and he was so close to caving.

“Because we love each other, we save each other. We survived hell for this, for us, because we deserve this.” My mouth stayed open when his lips crashed against mine. I felt his hand abandon himself, moving one to my ass and the other to the back of my neck.

I was swallowing his ragged breaths with our foreheads pressed together when his hand on my ass guided my hips to work over him. “Say it again, Evey.” His words were horse.

I didn’t need to ask what I needed to repeat as his hands tightened against my skin. “We deserve this.” My hips swayed at a faster pace, and I could feel the heat work up to my throat and that familiar feeling that was pushing me over the edge again.

His lips found my neck, sucking the sensitive skin, while he held me flush against his chest. His other hand dropped down to my thigh, smoothing up my leg and licking the spot he just sucked into marking me for the world to see. “Marking me, Bowey?”

“Every inch, Evey.”

I felt an overwhelming desire to mark him back when my teeth sunk into the skin between his neck and shoulder. I wanted to mark him so when anyone else noticed, they took it as a warning that I wasn’t someone that was anything but permanent in his life.

“Eve, fuck,” his voice was exasperated and horse the way it could only be if he was close to coming. I recognized his drenched syllables and the tight grip on my skin that demanded I not stop even if he regretted later.

Slowing down my hips, he took control, flipping me over until I was on my back again, his hands at the back of my knees and his hips pushing between my legs. He was all the things I forgot he was: strong, confident, capable of taking ownership of me the way he did when we were younger.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down into me, his lips brushed mine. “I don’t - I’m not wearing a condom, Eve.”

Shaking my head, no longer accepting excuses, I whispered back, “I can’t get pregnant, Bowen…” I was praying he didn’t ask for details or reasons because I didn’t have enough strength to lie to him the way I nearly did earlier.

I was Eve Astor, and I was supposed to protect him, if that meant half-truths then so be it.

Not even a second later his head dropped next to mine, and his hips worked in a way that made me gasp at how deep he felt. Feeling him jerk and release inside me hit every sensitive nerve, forcing