“I had some detail work done a few weeks back,” she whispers.
“Who?” I growl, wanting to hunt the motherfucker who put his hands on her.
“She’s a friend of the family. Married. Professional. And she did my piercings, too.”
I growl, only moderately placated. Then, I realize what she just said.
“Fuck,” I moan, noting the glitter of silver peaking from her lips.
Her clit is pierced.
I stare and I stare some more because how can I not.
Every inch of Cecilia Batiste is temptation.
Every detail is perfect.
The shadowing beneath the jawline, the glint of venom in the fangs.
It’s not just art. It’s a challenge. A dare.
A goddamn throne.
And I realize in that moment, as I fall to my knees before her and press a kiss just beneath that inky predator, that she knew exactly what she was doing when she had it done.
“You marked yourself a queen,” I murmur against her skin. “And I’m the only man worthy to kneel.”
She threads her fingers through my hair, tugging me upward with a shiver. “Then prove it.”
Oh, I plan to.
Right now I plan to make out with her pussy until she is clawing at me, begging me to fuck her.
Holy. Motherfucking. Hotness.
I can’t help myself. I grab onto her thick thighs, and I push them as far as they’ll go.
Then, I lean in and I inhale.
“So wet. God, you smell so fucking good,” I groan and I give her sweet slit a long, wet, openmouthed kiss, tonguing her piercing as I go, eyes wide open, fastened on that Viper’s stare—and for the first time in ever I think I might be in love.
Cecilia’s back arches, and she moans my name, pulling on my hair as I eat her with gusto.
She tastes so good on my tongue. Like the sweetest honey.
And when she comes, fuck, it’s the most beautiful sound.
I rise to my feet, spin her around and I find her slippery hole with my aching cock.
“W-wait. Condom,” she says, and I could curse myself a fool.
“Fuck,” I grunt and lean down, grabbing my pants and searching for a foil packet I always keep there.
Once it’s on, I grab my cock and I give her round globes a squeeze.
“Hold on,” I instruct, and she does, slapping her hands against the wall as I ram into her.
We both groan at my invasion, and fuck me, but nothing has ever felt so good.
