“You, Robin.” I want to scream the words, clamping fingers between my teeth to try to control myself as he works me.
He lines my cock up and presses slowly down. “Until your dying breath, Marco, who do you belong to?”
Rapture takes me. The pure ecstasy of his words, his adoration, the feeling of him taking me, owning me, claiming me. “You, Robin,” I rasp, sliding into him, so hot and tight, and everything I want in this world right now. “Forever and always, it’s you.”
“Mine.” He presses down on me, his body shuddering, his breath broken, his hands clasping my neck and my shoulders like he can never get enough. “Mine, Marco.”
“Yours. My heart, Robin…” A cry of pleasure rips out of me. My fingers twist in the sheets as he rises up, takes me again. I force myself upright, sinking into him. “It all belongs to you.”
“Marco.” My arms wrap him, fingers deep in his flesh. His forehead dips to mine. “Fuck, Marco. I want you too much.”
“Robin…” I trace the shape of his precious cheek with my open palm. “Birdie… I…” I stop short. There’s no place for what I want to say in a world like this.
He kisses me. And he fucks me. And Robin gives me everything. Every piece of him. All his trust. All the vulnerability we both tried to hide from one another for so long.
He comes alive in my arms, a thousand whispered words, secrets that are for us and us alone. This one place in all the world where nothing can reach us, nothing can touch us. Where it feels like nothing can ever tear us apart.
He opens for me, so perfectly, so beautifully. His head tilts back, and his sweet breaths come hoarse. My tongue trails up his neck, sweat and salt and Robin. I bite down, and he cries out, the sound of it making me take his ass, pull him against me, fuck into him until he whimpers, until the only thought in his mind, now or ever again, is me.
He rides me, his gorgeous eyelashes trembling, faster, faster, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure through my whole body so that I want to scream. He lets out a cry, like he’s close, then stills, right on the edge.
Lust-drunk, his pretty eyes focus on me, hazy.
Then he slams that hand around my neck and shoves me down.
He knows I want it. He knows I love his control over me. That I love to lose myself to him. That I need him to take over me.
But I don’t think he’s realized yet, I can do the same for him.
I smack a palm down hard on his ass, buck my hips up, and take his dick in hand. A choked rasp rips out of him, and he slams two hands down on my chest.
He’s so close. I can see him fighting it. “No pares, birdie. Quiero todo. Todo de ti.”Give it to me, birdie. I want you. I want all of you.
He sighs my name, like I’m the very air he breathes.
“Te necesito, Robin,” I whisper. “No te vayas nunca.”I need you,Robin. Never leave me.
“Nunca.” He fixes his eyes on mine, puts his hand on my heart, and promises me, “Nunca. Eres mío ahora. Mío para siempre.”Never. You’re mine now. Mine forever.
His head drops back, and he lets go. Hot cum spills down my hand, shooting onto my stomach, desperate, ravaged rasps tumbling out of him. And I fuck him. And I work him, and I don’t stop. His body shudders as I force more and more pleasure into him, obsessed with him, with the sound of my name on his lips.
His fingers dig into the skin of my abdomen. Slick with cum, he splays them wide. “Mío,” he whispers. “Mío.” Shaking, his hands traverse my chest, coating me. “Mío, solo mío.”Mine. My only one.
The scent of him, the feel of him, his possessive words, build and build with the ecstasy of having him, holding him, wrecking him. He swipes two fingers across my chest, presses them to my lips and whispers, “Mío.”
The orgasm takes me hard.
He pushes them in, deep, and I suck him down, fucking into him, full of him, obsessed with him, losing every piece of myself to him. I’ve never once in my entire life felt like this before. He’s all the pleasure there is in this world.
He’s it.
He’s the one.
And from this night on, it will never be enough, not ever again.
I love this man. I love him, and I want him, and every word I whispered in the dark is true. I love him. I belong to him. And I’m never leaving his side again. Not by choice. I will stay with him until this world and this game tear us all apart.
Chapter twenty-nine
