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A/N: So I keep dipping my toes in the MFMM pool. It's quite a challenge to keep these character IC and the language era appropriate, especially as these get smuttier and filthier but alas I can't help myself. :) Feel free to hit me with any thoughts or critique and stay tuned for more, hopefullly IC smut :)!
A Little Bit Savage
Only the bruising grip and clenched jaw betrayed the torture Jack Robinson was suffering. Phryne's unpainted lips curved as her hips moved. She was riding just the tip of his cock and while she ached to finally sink down and fill herself with his rather magnificent cock, watching him just clench his jaw and endure was utterly thrilling.
He hadn't said a word yet, hooded eyes smoldering and focused on her. Long, masculine fingers were curled around her thighs and gripping hard enough there might likely be marks but he hadn't done a single thing to change the pace or depth of her body. She moaned softly and a muscle ticked in his jaw, drawing her eye to the sculpted curve.
He was incredible. Her stomach clenched in unexpected possession. He was hers. Blazing eyes, long fingers, clenched jaw, rigid cock. All of it at her mercy. All of it—all of him—hers. Hips going completely still, she lowered her torso until her mouth hovered right over his, barely any space between their lips.
"You're mine," she husked out in unmistakable relish.
The reaction was immediate. His eyes widened and then narrowed and just like that his enviable self-command snapped. Hands sliding to grip her hips, he flipped her under him and plunged all the way in with a growl.
"Say it again," he demanded, pounding inside her with relentless determination.
Phryne laughed delightedly, the sound turning into a moan as he slid out and then slammed back in without pause. "Jack," she gasped.
"Again, Phryne," he growled.
She kissed his shoulder and then sank her teeth in a rather sharp bite. He grunted, but didn't so much as flinch. Phryne smiled. Her inspector was a most civilized man but in her arms he turned just a little bit savage.
"Mine," she complied huskily. "You're mine, Inspector."