He reached up, gripped my jaw tight, and then pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue swept in as if he were trying to taste my soul. His hips never stopped, and neither did the circles he rubbed over my clit. My body bucked as the orgasm crashed over me, clenching around his dick.
"That's it," he growled, eyes locked on mine. "Let me see that pussy cry."
My thighs trembled violently around his hips, nails clawing into his back, and he loved it. He drove into me once more, then stilled with a grunt so deep it vibrated in my ribs.
"Eat it up," he whispered, not to me but my pussy. "Every fuckin' drop."
Pushing my knees toward the sides of my head, Honor shot off inside me. My walls clenched, milking him of every drop, and my pussy greedily took it all in.
"I want your body carrying the best part of me. Walkin' around full of my seed. Body marked by it."
Honor's words played on repeat like my favorite song, his heavy breathing painting the hums of our future child's heartbeat.
"I love you," I whispered, meaning it more in this moment than ever before.
Honor Gravehart
Using a warm washcloth,I cleaned between Navy's legs while covering her bikini line with kisses. I preferred using my mouth to clean Navy, but head after nutting in her was too freaky for a nigga like me. I settled for kisses because they satisfied my need to feel her skin against my lips.
"Keep kissing, and I'm never gonna be cleaned."
"Shut yo' ass up. You're just worried I'ma decorate down here like I did your neck," I chuckled, planting one last kiss on her pearl.
"I really should fuck you up for doing that. You know how sensitive my skin is."
"Yeah, but I always mark you up. That shit ain't nothing new." I shrugged, not giving a fuck either way. Nothing was sexier to me than seeing Navy's naked body marked by my mouth.
From the day she saved my life, or rather, I saved hers, a desire was born. We were too young for it to be more than aneedto keep her safe, but the feeling planted roots in the darkest corners of my soul. As we got older, thatneedamplified. It wasn't only about keeping her safe or protecting her fromthe things that go bump in the night. I wanted her in every muthafuckin' way a man could want a woman.
On my sixteenth birthday, Lucian arranged for me to move into Gravehart Homes. The owner, Mr. John, was indebted to him. The plan was for me to find my team there.
Fragile minds and broken spirits are the easiest to mold.
That was the lesson and the mission.
While Lucian was out, Navy snuck into my room to wish me a happy birthday. She gave herself to me, and I returned the favor, giving her my last shred of innocence. Navy wasn't an object, but she was the first thing I wanted to hold and never let go. I didn't want to share her with anyone. She was the angel of my hell, a light that belonged to me alone. I left my first mark on her inner thigh that night. A reminder of what we shared and a warning that every inch of her, her body, her breath, her soul was mine.
"Normally, I don't mind, but I can't walk around with basically a bruise on my neck and shoulder. I'm supposed to go to the spa with Chosyn."
"What's the problem?"
"Honor." She giggled like I was joking when I was being serious as fuck. "Oh, you're forreal."
"When have I ever been one to joke about anything?"
"Never, but you can't be serious." Her brows arched as those lips of hers pursed together like she wanted a kiss. Leaning in, I gave her what she wanted.
"Honor! I'm being serious right now," she fussed, but hissed her words into my mouth, sucking on my tongue.
"Serious, my ass." I chuckled.
"It's not funny," she fussed and slipped out of bed. "I can't lie ass naked on a table with bruises on my fucking body!"
Even when mad, Navy's voice remained soft. My baby didn't have an angry bone in her body, and I loved that about her. Navy had the type of energy that was impossible to ignore. She was thegrace I didn't deserve in this life or the next, and the blessing a nigga like me was too ashamed to ask for.
A life like mine didn't deserve that type of energy. Shit, a nigga like me, scarred, selfish, and haunted by choices that couldn't be undone, wasn't meant to love something so pure. Angels weren't created for the broken, and yet, here she was. Moving around the bedroom, cursing me while I sat in awe of her. Rubbing my jaw, I chuckled. She didn't even realize the hold she had on me. I'd move mountains, steal stars from the sky, and decorate our room with 'em. Anything she desired, I'd make hers and add extra 'cause my baby's value came with interest.
"Are you even listening to me?"
