Page 101 of Crowned In Blood
He nibbled, bit my breasts, down my stomach. He was moving so quickly, rushing like he couldn’t wait a minute longer for me. Then he got down on his knees and looked up at me. “Put your legs over my shoulders and feed me your pussy, Catalina.”
His voice was so husky, his eyes so dark and dilated that I moaned at the command.
I shifted one leg over his shoulder.
He grinned. “That's my good girl. Come sit on my face.”
Grabbing my hips, he lifted me, then settled me down on his face and ate me out like a crazed man.
I gripped onto the railing behind me as his tongue slid in and out of my pussy. He smacked my ass, urging my hips to move, and I obeyed immediately.
I ground myself on his face, and when I looked down at him, he was staring back at me, watching my every move.
I moaned loudly, sliding one hand into his hair, fisting it. I pulled his head harder against my pussy, felt the way his lips curled briefly before he gave me exactly what I wanted. His tongue thrust deeper, faster. Then he rubbed my clit.
I jerked, liquid pooling in my pussy.
The wind blew against my skin, eliciting goosebumps from the chill. His hands were warm and firm on my hips, his breath hot on my pussy as he drove his rolled tongue in and out of me and rubbed me faster. Not once did his eyes leave my body.
He was completely focused on me, worshipping me with his attention and devotion.
I tightened my legs around his head, silently begging him not to stop, not that he would.
Marco loved to make me come, to make me lose my mind for him, and with one more thrust of his tongue, I did.
I cried out, my hips grinding wildly on his face as he licked me. He bit my thigh, sucked my clit, then went back to feast on my pussy.
I caught my breath just a moment before he lifted my hips. Then he was standing, pulling me against him.
I wrapped my legs and arms around him, kissing him as he thrust into me.
I tasted myself on his tongue and reveled in it. It was primal, possessive, like I’d left my mark on him,claimedhim.
He fucked me hard, one hand wrapped around my waist, the other bracing us against the railing. My breasts were pressed against his chest, our stomachs constantly rubbing together as he kept ramming in and out of me.
His tongue wrapped around my own, sucking it into his mouth, then nibbled and bit my lips before kissing me again.
He carried me from the railing to a corner of his balcony, pinned me against the wall, and drove into me even harder.
I tilted my head back and met his gaze with half-closed eyes.
He was wild, feral, as though his sole purpose, the reason he was put on this earth, was to take me. And I'd give him every inch of me, every part of my being, every ounce of my heart. Every space in my soul, anything,everythingthat I was.
My feelings for him bubbled up and spilled out of me and I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t even want to. “I love you,” I moaned.
He froze. His eyes widened, jaw dropped, and a shiver went through his entire body while his cock twitched inside of me. “Wh-What did you just say?”
It felt like time had stopped. I couldn’t hear the birds chirping or the sounds of the street from below, and the sky couldn’t replace the absolute brilliance of his eyes.
A small tinge of fear fluttered through me, but I pushed it aside. I’d already said it once; I could say it again. “I love you. I love you, Marco.”
His expression shifted from shock, to awe, to wonder, then to overwhelming joy. And he rammed back inside me even harder than before.
I cried out. He was so rough and deranged.
I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down while he pounded into me over and over.
“Say it again,” he growled.
