Page 73 of Crowned In Blood
I wanted her lost in pleasure for me, obeying my every command, giving me her complete submission. I yearned for it, not just from her body, but her mind. I never wanted her to ever say she’d leave me again. I needed her to know, to accept meentirely.
"Y-you can't…" she panted, couldn't even finish her sentence. Her moans were more frequent, higher in pitch. She was getting close.
"I can, and I will. I'll personally see it as a challenge." I pinched her clit once more. "You like when I'm violent, don't you?"
She moaned, grinding herself against my finger.
"You like knowing I'll fight for you, bleed for you.Killfor you. Don't you, my vicious little queen?"
She moaned louder, tried to close her eyes, to hide from me, but I slapped her pussy.
She gasped and jerked, pushing her breasts against my chest. I couldn't wait to see them, touch them, pull them into my mouth.
"Tell me you like it," I whispered against her lips. "Tell me you're mine."
"Yes." She struggled against my hold on her wrists, trying to pull her hands free, but I wouldn't let her. Not until she came for me.
"Say. The. Words. Catalina," I bit out, rubbing her faster.
"I do, f-fuck I do." She trembled.
I smirked. "And?" I matched the rhythm of her hips, keeping in sync with her. I tested the pressure on her clit, rubbing harder, until she backed her hips away just slightly, showing me what she liked, what was going to get her there, but I held back.
I wanted to hear the truth, to know that she couldn't deny me any longer.
"I'm yours. I'm yours, Marco!I'm yours!"
"Good girl," I growled. "That's my good girl." Applying the pressure she wanted, I watched her completely shatter apart.
She gasped. A mixture of pure, unfiltered pleasure and surprise lit her face.She's never come before…
I continued to rub her clit, as she bucked her hips against my hand.
She was confused, unfocused, but her body knew what it wanted. It was so beautiful to see her lost in her pleasure, completely at my mercy. The sounds of her whimpers and moans were music to my ears.
When she came for me again, she cried out my name. Arching her back, she pressed her breasts against my chest. Her eyes fell shut, and I gave her just a second to catch her breath before I crashed my lips to hers.
She moaned into the kiss, tugged at her hands, and I finally let them go.
If she tried to fight me now, I'd hunt her down. She was my prey and as her predator, I'd never let her get away from me.
But she didn't. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders like I was her lifeline, the only thing keeping her grounded on this earth. She held me as if she lived for me in the same way I did for her, breathed for me, just as I breathed for her.
The feeling of her acceptance was intoxicating. But the way her body melted into mine was a type of euphoria I simply couldn't define. Like a poor man who found a chest full of gold, or a homeless man that had tasted a five-star meal for the first time.
She'd told me I'd won. But it wasn't until this moment that I tasted victory. I'd found my purpose, fulfilled my soul's mission, every time she brushed her lips against mine.
Catalina tangled her hands in my hair, keeping me close. I tilted her head, kissing her deeper, more passionately, licking the seam of her lips and she opened for me.
I explored her, tasted her sweetness, rubbed and swirled my tongue against hers, before sucking it into my mouth.
She moaned as I gathered her dress in my hands, sliding my hands along her skin, lifting it above her ass. She stiffened, just slightly, and I pulled back to look down at her. Her eyes were half closed, but I could see the nervousness there.
"I remember," I whispered to her softly. "I remember what you said, that you didn't know how to do this. It's my job to teach you, and right now, I just want you to feel. Can you do that for me?"
She bit the inside of her lip, then slowly nodded.
I tipped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze fully. "I need your words, your consent. Your acceptance of me gets me so fucking hard, Catalina. Won't you give that to me?"
