I know Emma is not the enemy any longer. She’s my wife. She belongs to me and I’m not just going to let her go.
She wakes up when I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed. “Leo?” she gasps. A vision in her silky white nightgown.
“I need to taste you again,” I rasp out, pushing her dress up. No panties. Thank god. She gasps again when I spread her legs and plant my mouth straight to her pussy. Her warm honey smell makes me groan.
I lick all over her folds, tasting every part of her. Emma lets out a soft moan as she parts her legs wider. Her hips arch into my mouth. She likes this. She needs it as much as I do.
My tongue finds her entrance and I slip it inside. The moan that escapes her is even louder this time. Emma’s head frantically moves back and forth. I love seeing her lose control. Shedding her innocent exterior. Submitting to the darkness.
I need to claim her soon. Make her fully mine.
I pull my tongue out and place it back on her nub. I flick it over and over. Emma’s legs tremble. I know the pleasure she must be feeling and I love knowing I’m the one to give it to her.
“Oh,” she moans, her hips arching up. I grip her thighs tighter.
My eyes meet hers as I lick up her entire slit. Emma’s cheeks are flushed and her eyes are alight with lust. This is my doing because she is mine. No one else’s.
I don’t remove my gaze as I flick her clit. Her pants become more frantic. Her hips buck harder. Her mouth opens into a cute little O right before she finds her release. I see it the moment her body tenses before it relaxes.
She shudders as I kiss her inner thighs. My lips make my way up her body, finding her breasts. I pull her straps down so I can capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
“Leo,” she sighs, arching into me.
“You like this, baby?” I ask, licking over her nipple.
“Yes.” Her legs press together, signaling she’s turned on again.
“You need more?” I place my hand between her legs and rub her swollen, pretty pussy. Emma unabashedly bucks her hips into my hand. My eyes stay locked with hers as I lick her nipple and pleasure her pussy.
“Leo,” she whimpers. There’s lust in her eyes but there’s also fear. I know all of this is new for her and I’m the one who gets to bring her to the light.
I insert my finger into her. Her tight walls clamp down.
“Fuck,” I murmur, kissing all over her breasts. “You’re so tight. Imagine how tight you’re going to be around my cock.”
She gasps.
“Does that excite you?” I move my finger in and out of her slowly, letting her get adjusted. “Knowing I’m going to claim you one day. Would you let me?”
Subtly, she nods.
“Good girl.” My lips claim hers in a passionate kiss as I continue to fuck her with my finger. Emma moans and whimpers against me. Her hands find my chest, right above my heart. It feels nice having her touch me there.
“It hurts,” she whispers against my lips.
“Does it also feel good?”
“Yes,” she admits.
“Then get lost in this. Let yourself go. You are mine, Emma. I am not letting you go.”
I finger fuck her harder and she arches her back, bucking her hips into my hand. The look of fear and lust in her eyes makes me rock hard. Emma doesn’t need to fear me any longer. Now that Alessandro is dead, she’s no longer the enemy. She can just be mine.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes out.
I use my thumb to press down on her nub as I sink my finger deeper into her. That’s the moment she comes again. My cock is straining against my pants. Most women I would have fucked by now but with Emma I held back. I wasn’t sure if I could trust her. Not knowing what the truth was and what wasn’t.
