“Tell me you want this,moya,” I murmur. The endearment slips out naturally, claiming her as mine even as I wait for her permission. “Tell me you want me.”
She nods once, her eyes darting to my mouth before lifting back to mine. But I need the words. I need to hear her say it, need to know that she's choosing this with full awareness of what it means.
“Say it.”
“I want you, Kiren,” she breathes. Her voice is steady despite the desire darkening her eyes.
I lift her without hesitation and carry her toward the bedroom. Every nerve in my body hums with need. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the awareness of her in my arms sharpens everything. I lower my head and drag my tongue slowly across her lips, tasting her again before claiming her mouth once more, the kiss deepening until nothing exists but her and the ache demanding release.
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I set her down beside the bed, steadying her when she sways slightly. The air between us is electric, charged with anticipation. I can see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, rapid and delicate.
I undress her slowly, letting my hands and eyes savor her before laying her on the bed. Each piece of clothing reveals more of her. The elegant line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. She's exquisite. Perfect. And for tonight, she's mine.
She doesn't hide from my gaze or try to cover herself. Instead, she watches me with equal intensity, her confidence a heady aphrodisiac.
I follow a moment later, peeling off my clothes piece by piece. Her eyes follow every movement, widening when I shed my shirt and reveal the scars that map my torso. When her eyes find the scar beneath my ribs, her expression softens, edged with a tenderness that feels almost dangerous, remembering the moment her hands kept me from slipping away.
She sucks in a gasp as my cock springs free, thick and hard, straining toward her.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, stroking my cock slowly, watching her pupils dilate further. “I want to make you come harder than you ever have before.”
She parts her legs slightly in response, her nipples pebbling in anticipation. The trust in that simple gesture undoes something in my chest.
“Yes, Kiren,” she moans, closing her eyes briefly. When she opens them again, she lets her legs fall open, her pussy glistening in the soft light.
“You're beautiful,” I murmur, cuffing her ankles and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. The silk sheets rustle beneath her, and she gasps at the sudden movement.
I drop to my knees, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting her sweet pussy. This is worship. This is claiming. This is me marking her as mine in the most fundamental way I know.
She cries out from the first stroke of my tongue. I grip her thighs, keeping her in place as I begin to devour her. I drag my tongue through her folds, then circle her clit, learning what makes her gasp, and what makes her hips buck against my mouth.
“Kiren!” she cries out, tangling her fingers in my hair. “Oh…my…God…”
The sound of my name on her lips, breathless and desperate, sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me. I want to hear it again. I want to hear her scream it.
Pushing a thick finger inside her, I increase the pressure of my tongue and lips on her clit. She's tight, her walls gripping my finger as I work it inside her. I fuck her with my finger a few times before adding another one, stretching her, preparing her for what's to come. I don't let up, fucking her hard and fast while sucking on her clit as she squirms beneath me.
“I’m going to…oh God…I’m…” she groans, her thighs beginning to tremble.
I don't slow down, fucking her relentlessly with my fingers as I continue sucking on her clit. I feel her pussy flutter just beforeshe explodes around my fingers, clamping her thighs around my face. I fuck her through her orgasm until her body is shaking from the aftershock, until she's gasping my name like a prayer.
Pulling my fingers out, I drag my tongue through her pussy, savoring every drop of her sweetness. She tastes like honey and sin, and I could spend hours between her thighs, making her come again and again until she forgets every name but mine.
“That was…” she trails off as I stand between her legs, stroking my cock, watching her recover. Her chest heaves, her skin flushed and damp with exertion.
“Delicious,” I finish for her, my voice a low rumble.
Lifting her up, I twist around, sitting down on the edge of the bed, pulling her down on top of me. She gasps in surprise as my cock stretches her pussy, filling her up in one motion. The sensation of her tight heat enveloping me is almost enough to shatter my control. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I push my cock as deep as it will go. I grip her ass and bounce her lightly until my balls smack against her pussy.
“Yes, beautiful, just like that,” I tell her, as she releases a throaty moan.
My tongue circles her nipple as she rocks back and forth on my cock, developing a rhythm that makes her pussy quiver. She's a quick learner, finding the angle that makes her gasp, that makes her nails dig into my shoulders. I bury my face in her neck, sucking on her supple skin as she rocks faster, leaving faint marks that will still be there tomorrow, reminders of this night.
I let her continue until I feel her pussy beginning to spasm, until I can sense her climbing toward another peak. Gripping her waist, I hold her in place as I thrust my cock into her fast and deep, taking control, driving her higher.
“Yes! Fuck me, Kiren…don't stop!” she cries out, chasing her release.
I can feel the tension gathering inside her, the way her breath quickens, and her thighs tremble against my hips. The scent of her skin and the lingering taste of her in my mouth are driving me insane. I fuck her mercilessly until her back arches and her nails dig into my back, marking me just as I marked her. She shatters around me, her body trembling as her orgasm slams into her with devastating force.
