“Please what, Bellezza? Please continue, or please stop?”
“Please,” was all she said again as she tried to free herself from my grip, but with no actual effort on her part. She’d been a hellcat since the night she’d found herself here, so the flimsy attempts she was making now lacked in comparison.
After spinning her around, I leaned in and nipped slightly at her ear before drawing the bottom of her lobe into my mouth to suckle on it. Aurora shifted in my arms, and while she fought valiantly to stay unaffected, I sensed the moment of her surrender, and I savored it.
I tongued the shell of her ear before finally whispering into it. “You feel like the worst decision I could ever make, and you’ll likely taste like it, too. There are no fucks to give, though. I need to have you, and I’m a man that takes what I need.”
“Zarren, please,” she whimpered, especially when I used my hand between her legs to rub her through her pants.
“Please what, Bellezza?”
A sob escaped her as I kissed my way to her cheek so I could lick the solitary tear I knew I’d find there. After, I kissed along her angular cheekbones and sharp jawline before nibbling on her chin and bottom lip, which drew a tortured moan from her.
“On second thought, it doesn’t even matter. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I wrapped my hand around your pretty little throat. I’ve wanted to fuck you with my tongue until you came all over my face, then I wanted to rip your tight pussy wide open with my cock until you cried out my name as you shattered.”
She trembled, especially when I slammed my mouth down onto hers. Last night was the first time I’d put my lips to hers, and the small sample had done little to quench the thirst I’d had to do it again. I encountered some resistance, but not as much as I thought I would. Last night, I’d been delirious due to blood loss and intoxicated from the vodka. Now, I was wounded and hungover, but I’d remember every fucking second with her.
The small voice of reason I often ignored decided to rear its ugly head once more. I knew this was wrong and needed no reminders. No one ever lived a full life by playing by the rules. Besides, breaking them would get us both off. I’d deal with the fallout later.
My tongue tangled with hers, wrapping around it as I drew it farther into my mouth. Her moans only spurred me on, and as I continued to ravage her lips and tongue, I quickly undid the button of her jeans, then unzipped them.
As I did, I wrapped one hand around her throat and used the other to tug them down as far as I could. She melted in my arms, having given up all fight just as I knew she would. This moment had been inevitable, and she’d played right into my hands as anticipated.
She’d now know what I’d known since the moment I’d first laid eyes on her. Aurora might’ve been Drake’s first, and would be Mikhail’s last, but she would also be mine. I’d brand myself so deeply upon her that I’d erase the first man’s touch, and ruin her for any other’s touch after me.
Possessiveness wasn’t an emotion I usually bought into, but this woman drove me fucking crazy. That was why, despite my need to fully control this, I allowed her dainty hands to slide up my chest before she wrapped them around my neck. I pushed her deeper into the wall, where she began to rub herself against me. By this time, she was fully returning my kiss, but I needed more. She needed more.
Tearing my lips from hers, I stared at her. “Open those beautiful eyes,” I ordered, and she slowly raised her long lashes. Once she did, those cerulean orbs had turned even bluer than usual. They were like the ocean, and I not only wanted to dive into them, but drown in them as well. “Your clothes. Get them off.Now!”
It took only a few seconds for my instructions to register, and as soon as they did, I grabbed a condom and quickly put it on as she removed her jeans and panties. Her shirt came next, and once the bra had joined the heap of clothing at her feet, I discarded my sweat pants as well.
Her naked body was a canvas of beauty with pale skin that was untouched and begging to be marked. I wanted, no needed, to imprint myself upon her, and I would. The need to consume her was increasing, and spotting the dark railing above her head, I smirked.
Aurora swallowed nervously at my expression, and as she went to take a step back, she quickly realized there was nothing there but the stairwell. Her breathing became heavier, yet faster as I approached her once more. I returned one hand to her throat, and the other I dragged between her cleavage. Two fingers traced the swells of her breasts before I focused on one. As I continued to discover Aurora’s body, her heart rate quickened.
I slapped her breast, eliciting a small cry from her. As I saw the partial redness from my hand bloom on her flesh, I slappedthe heavy globe a few more times until a perfect handprint appeared.
She was held in place by the grip I had on her neck, and I knew by how tight it was that I’d also leave my mark there as well. I wanted to see it... to mark it.... but as the scent of her arousal grew stronger in the open space, her need matched mine. That overwhelming desire for me to conquer, and her to be claimed, overruled any wants I might’ve had in that moment.
“I’m going to lift you, then I want you to grab onto that railing and not let it go.”
“You’re hurt, Zarren. We shouldn’t be doing?—”
“Your hands and the fucking rail,” I ordered seconds before releasing her long enough to lift her off her feet.
There was a slight bit of pain as I raised her up, but I ignored it. The throbbing in my cock felt worse, and only one thing would alleviate it. First, I intended to make her come on my face, and nothing would stop me from accomplishing that goal.
After hiking her up onto my shoulders, I glanced upward and watched as she reached overhead, gripped the wrought iron in her small hands, and used it to hold most of her slight weight off me. From there, I spread her legs apart as wide as they could go, then moved between them.
“So goddamned wet,” I said to her as I stared at the glistening on her bare lips.
Seconds later, I pressed my mouth to her damp flesh and drew a ragged cry from her. I tuned out everything else as I began to lick, nibble, bite, and tongue her pussy. She tasted even sweeter than I’d imagined she would, and in this short amount of time, she was already becoming my favorite flavor.
I spent several minutes working her into a frenzy with my tongue before I focused my mouth’s attention on her clit. My shoulders kept her braced, freeing my hands, and I brought one to her pussy before slipping two fingers into her.
“Zarren,” she moaned before gasping as I added a third.
She was so goddamned tight as her walls pulsed and clamped down on my fingers. If she could barely take those, I wondered how in the hell she’d be able to take my cock. The fantasies I had of splitting her wide open were going to be more fact than fiction. Imagining her cries as her flesh tore around me had me hastening my efforts to make her come.
