Page 108 of Crowned In Blood
I glared at her, and she froze.
Of course, she was right. This was a medical miracle. But I could have losthim. Now my Marco was back, and I needed to know this was real, that he was truly here, coherent, moving.Alive.
"Don't make him say it again," I hissed.
Slowly, Marco's lips tipped up, first into a grin, then a full smile with the dimples I loved so much. And he kissed me once more.
Distantly, I heard the door close, but I didn't even care. I would have let him take me right there, even with everyone watching. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered outside of him.
He stripped my shirt and my bra, and I pushed my pants down, while he shifted, dragging the hospital gown off of him.
He opened his arms for me, and I straddled his waist, pressing my lips against his.
I kissed him with reckless abandon. The world could've been falling around me and I wouldn't care as long as I had him in my arms. And when he pulled my panties to the side, and I sunk down onto his cock, we moaned.
He filled me, stretched me to the brink, a sense of completion tearing through my body. Then he thrusted inside of me.
I held him as close as I could as he kissed me over and over, bit and sucked my lips. I parted them for his tongue and he rubbed and wrapped his own around mine.
I rocked my hips in time with his and when he pulled back, he took my bouncing nipple into his mouth. He lavished it, sucked it hard, fucked me even harder. It was wild. Desperate. Everything webothneeded.
I held onto him for dear life. And he never let go of me, not once. He smacked my ass, gripped it, my hips, my back, fisted my hair, always making sure I was tied to him.
I dragged his mouth back to mine, needing his taste on my lips once more, needing to feel his every breath, and he fucked me even harder.
"Marco," I cried out. "My Marco."
"Catalina," he moaned.
I stared into his beautiful dark brown eyes—filled with such desire, desperation, and love for me.
"I love you. I love you. I love you!"
He bit my neck, trailed kisses over it and up my ear before biting it too. "I love you too. I love you so much. I'd crawl through hell to come back to you. I'll always come back to you, mi pequeña reina viciosa.Always."
"You better. You fucking better." I moaned, burying my mouth into his hair to smother my cries.
But he kept pumping faster, harder, ramming into me wildly, and I couldn't take it anymore.
I came crying out into his shoulder, as he turned his head into my neck, shouting, spilling into me.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. Truthfully, I didn't care. But eventually my legs ached from straddling his thighs.
He somehow knew and shifted, laying back on the bed, pulling me with him, holding me to his chest while I slid my legs between his.
I ran my fingers over his back, his sides, listened to the strong beating of his heart.
"I was so scared, Marco," I whispered.
He slid his fingers through my hair, tucking the strands behind my ear. "I know, mi pequeña reina viciosa. I heard you, every single word you said to me. I'm sorry I made you so afraid."
"Did you know, before? That someone was going to shoot at us?"
He shook his head. "I was just lucky enough to see the sun reflect off of the muzzle."
"I'm going to fucking hang Felipe from his balls."
Marco's expression grew stern. "I don't think it was Felipe this time."
