CHAPTER 224: MINE

"What are you planning to do to me?" Anna asked, her voice small and trembling. She looked up at him like a cornered kitten, blinking in innocent confusion.

Daniel’s slow, dangerous smirk made her stomach twist.

"Lie down," he ordered, his tone low and commanding. "Arms above your head."

He shifted back, giving her room—giving her a choice.

Anna swallowed, heat pooling in her chest. Despite her nerves, she obeyed. She eased herself onto the bed, raising her arms above her head just as he told her.

Her robe fell open again, parting down the center—revealing the soft valley of her chest, the line of her stomach, the feminine vulnerability she tried to hide by pressing her legs tightly together.

Daniel’s eyes darkened.

Not just with desire—with possession, fascination and hunger.

The mysterious glint in his gaze made Anna shrink deeper into the mattress. His stare was unravelling her inch by inch, leaving her blushing beneath him without him even touching her.

Holding her gaze, Daniel kneeled between her legs and, in one fluid motion, slid his belt free from the loops of his trousers.

Anna’s breath hitched sharply.

"Don’t move," he warned, leaning over her.

She exhaled a shallow gasp when he gently but firmly wrapped the belt around her wrists, securing them together and pressing them against the mattress above her head.

Her heart raced—part fear, part anticipation—her body responding before her mind could catch up.

She was still trying to understand what he was doing when Daniel suddenly lowered his head and claimed her lips.

Her thoughts scattered.

The kiss started as a shock, then melted into heat—fast, hungry, consuming.

He kissed her like he’d been starving all day and finally found something to devour.

She kissed him back with equal desperation, their mouths meeting again and again, breath mingling, restraint dissolving.

It felt like two people finding water after wandering through a desert—

thirsty, needy, unable to stop.

Daniel’s body pressed closer, his hand sliding to her waist, his lips demanding every ounce of her attention.

And Anna—trapped beneath him, wrists bound, robe fallen open—felt herself drowning in him, willingly, helplessly, inevitably.

Daniel’s lips moved from her mouth to her jawline, trailing slow, deliberate kisses that made Anna’s breath tremble. Bound beneath him, she felt every brush of his mouth ten times more intensely—her senses sharpened, her body arching before she could stop herself.

"D-Daniel..." she whispered, her voice breaking softly.

He hummed against her skin, the vibration sending a shiver through her as he kissed down her neck—slow, claiming, savoring every inch of her he reached.

His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip. Anna’s legs pressed together instinctively, her thighs tightening with the growing ache between them.

"Don’t hide from me," Daniel murmured against her collarbone, his voice low and intoxicating.

Anna whimpered at his tone.

"I’m... I’m not..."

He smiled against her skin—she could feel the warmth of it, the confidence, the restraint he was barely holding on to.

"Then open your legs for me."

Her eyes flew open, heat blooming across her cheeks. "W-why—"

"I said," Daniel whispered as he kissed the base of her throat, "open."

His hand moved back to her thigh, gently coaxing her legs apart. Anna’s breath shuddered, her body responding faster than her mind could protest. She parted her legs slowly, hesitantly, feeling exposed, vulnerable and yet unable to resist him.

Daniel looked down at her, arms bound, hair messy against the pillow, robe fallen open, chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes darkened to something primal.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

Anna’s toes curled at the word.

He leaned down again, this time kissing the hollow of her throat, then lower—down the line between her breasts, each kiss slower and deeper than the last. His free hand slid up her inner thigh, teasing, tracing, never touching where she wanted him most.

"Daniel..." she breathed, her voice thinning with need.

He lifted his head just enough for their eyes to meet.

"Tell me what you want."

Anna’s lips parted. She tried to turn her face away, too shy to speak the truth, but Daniel caught her chin gently, guiding her eyes back to his.

"Wifey," he whispered, warm breath brushing her lips, "use your words."

Her breath hitched, cheeks burned, and body trembled.

Bound beneath him, she was unable to escape, unable to hide—and then Anna finally broke.

"I... I want you to kiss me there."

Daniel’s smirk was slow, wicked, and devastating.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I plan to take my time with you tonight."

With that devilishly beautiful smile, he lowered himself along her chest and closed his lips around her erect nipple.

They were pink—soft, tempting, like sweet candy—and the sight alone made a deep, primal hunger coil inside him.

"This... is mine," he growled against her skin, before taking the bud into his mouth. His tongue swirled, slow and possessive, while his other hand kneaded her other plump breast, molding it with deliberate pressure.

Anna gasped, her body arching involuntarily as the rush of sensation shot straight through her mind. Dizzy from the pleasure he was carving into her, she moaned helplessly.

"Umm..."

That soft, breathy sound poured gasoline on Daniel’s already burning desire. He was addicted to her—every touch, every tremble—but her moans... her moans were the highs that made him want to consume her entirely.

He sucked, licked, nibbled, leaving her trembling as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same slow, sinful attention. Each stroke of his tongue made her toes curl and her mind blur.

Anna wanted to touch him—to pull him close, undress him, feel the heat of his skin pressed against hers—but her body was too overwhelmed to obey her thoughts.

"I want to feel your warmth, Daniel..." she breathed out, voice trembling with need.

Her words made him pause, look up, and the slow curl of his lips nearly stole her breath again.

"As you say, wifey."

That was all he needed. Her desire was his command.

In one smooth motion, he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, muscles flexing under the low light. The moment his bare skin met the air, Anna felt her heartbeat stumble.

Daniel had already made up his mind—there was no turning back. Not tonight. Not unless she asked him to stop, he would continue. He would worship her, pleasure her, take her apart piece by trembling piece... and when she finally broke under the overwhelming bliss, he would gather her into his arms and give her the warmth she asked for.

The warmth only he could give her.

Peppering her with slow, languid kisses, Daniel trailed down from the valley of her breasts to the soft plane of her stomach. He placed a warm kiss over her belly button before his lips reached the faint scar she always tried to hide from him.

"Mine," he murmured, claiming it with a gentle, reverent kiss—eyes lifting to watch her reaction.

Anna was already trembling, lost at the peak of ecstasy, her gaze barely able to focus on him. The sight of her like that overwhelmed, undone, melting beneath him—made something primal flare in Daniel’s chest.

It was the only time he had full control over her chaos, her fire... her beautiful madness. And he cherished it.

He kissed her lips again, slowly lingering before moving lower. His hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her legs effortlessly until they rested over his shoulders.

Anna’s toes curled instantly at the cool air brushing her heated center. Her legs parted without shame, her body offering itself to him with a desire that made her breath hitch. There was no shyness now, not when every touch from him made her crave more.

"Mine," Daniel growled softly... just before lowering his mouth to her.

He kissed her petals with a devotion that made her entire body jolt. It was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she’d been aching for.

She smelled like heaven and tasted like sin and bliss combined, and Daniel felt himself slipping deeper into that intoxication. He took his time, his lips moving with precision, savoring every second of having her trembling under him.

Then he flattened his tongue and traced it slowly along her opening.

"Ah—" Anna whimpered, her voice quivering as he circled her with his tongue, swirling and tasting her as if she were the sweetest dessert he had ever been given.

In that moment, she felt herself unraveling and crumbling helplessly against the impossible, overwhelming pleasure Daniel was drawing out of her with every deliberate stroke of his mouth.

Anna was still floating in that haze of pleasure when she suddenly felt Daniel slide a finger into her slick, sensitive core only to pull out just as quickly.

"Ah!"

Her cry tore through the room, sharp and breathless, a mix of shock and sinful pleasure. But Daniel didn’t pause. He thrust his finger into her again, this time slower, gentler—letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

The second time, the pain melted into something warmer... something she undeniably wanted.

Daniel lifted his head and kissed her deeply, swallowing her soft gasp as he pushed in again—then added a second finger. Her walls clenched around him instantly, hot and dripping, pulling him deeper.

She was already so wet for him, so ready, and the knowledge made his breath grow ragged.

He didn’t stop. He couldn’t and began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, each movement deliberate and steady, creating the friction of his fingers stretching her, filling her, and making her thighs shake against his shoulders. Every push sent sparks dancing up her spine; every pull made her hips rise instinctively, chasing more.

Daniel watched her with dark, hungry eyes—loving the way she tightened around him, loving the sounds she couldn’t hold back.

Her breath hitched. Her back arched. Her body trembled helplessly for him.

And Daniel kept going, building her pleasure stroke by sinful stroke, determined to push her to the very edge until she broke.

"Ahhh."