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Fuck, she floods my mouth.

Lapping against her, I take everything she gives. It’s the sweetest release, delicate and womanly. I’d stay like this forever, her on my face, and me drinking her down, if I could. But my cock demands attention.

I’m not one for delaying my gratification.

As she trembles, I take my dick out of my jeans. The head bobs free, the two small silver bulbs shining in the shadows.

Valentina reaches forward, but I slap her head away. “Not yet, Sunshine.”

Running my hand through her sopping folds, I collect her release and wrap it around my cock. My hand glides, twisting at the end, tugging on the piercing through the tip. It helps, but I need her.

The tip of my dick runs over her seam as I enjoy her wiggles and moans. I tease myself, playing with her. In and out, never enough to hurt her. She soaks my cock, fingers clawing at the sheets.

Well, damn. She’s close again.

I use my dick as a toy, hovering over her clit and rubbing hard, stiff circles. A few more passes, and she’s a crying mess from another smaller orgasm. My cock throbs, so damn painful, and I lean over her, watching as she shakes. My hand jerks my shaft and those perfect tits push forward. She’s aching for more, to feel my release on her.

Fuck.

I keep twisting and tugging as I suck one nipple into my mouth. God, she tastes as good as fresh ice cream on a summer day. Luxurious and mine.

She yelps as my teeth sink into the side of her chest, and I lose it. The tingling in my balls, the tightness in my chest—I explode. Hot cum paints her stomach in thick ropes, and I fall forward, only catching myself at the last second.

My lungs burn as air passes through my lips. Jesus, that was intense. I don’t think I’ve come that hard ever.

“What—” she says, voice faint, but I shake my head.

Dipping my fingers into my cooling release, I swirl it over her belly, between her breasts, and then, over each sensitive nipple. Going back, I take more and cover her lips, shoving my fingers so far back, she gags. She looks pretty like that. I’ll try it again, with my cock.

“Now, I’ve claimed you. Completely,” I tell her, swirling my fingers back into my release, and part her soaked pussy. I rub tightly and she moans. Crashing my lips against hers, I taste me, her, blood, and everything at once. It’s fucking delicious. “Every part of you is marked by me. Your lips. Your body. And this cunt. Soon, it’ll be molded to fit me, and I’ll fill it up, too.” I slip my fingers further back, pressing the barest inch into her ass. “This too. No part of you will not know my touch.”

Her hands claw into my chest, scratching me through the sweatshirt. I grin through the pain. She tries to peer into my eyes, but I firmly keep myself hidden. She can’t see me. Not yet.

“I’m already engaged.” That damn accent. I can’t place it.

“That won’t stop me, Sunshine.” I brush my nose against hers. “One day, you’ll wear my ring. You’ll bear my name. And that fucker who thinks he can have you will be nothing but dust in the wind. You’ll only know my touch—mark my fucking words.”

Licking her lips, she nods. I don’t think long on what I’ve said—what it means. Because that would mean I’m fucking delusional and claimed my enemy’s sister with my cum drying on her body.

No, that’s exactly what this is. I’m fucking crazy. I own that.

But she did this to me. With those eyes, and how she loses herself in dancing. Her little quips and her attitude. All of it. She made me crave her. She peeled past my layers, took down my defenses, and made a home in my heart.

And I let her. Because I want her as badly as I need her.

“If I see another person touch you, I’ll cut off every inch of their skin that knows how you feel, and leave it in a box on your doorstep. That includes your fiancé.”

I steal another scorching kiss, then sink my teeth into her breast. Another mark. Another show of my psychotic nature. I can’t seem to care.

“Until next time, Sunshine.”

Standing, I stuff myself back into my jeans and head toward the door. I have to fight the urge to turn around, throw my arms around her, and carry her out of here.

I don’t. Pushing forward, I halt at the door, glancing back at her. Moonlight caresses her skin, and jealousy bubbles up in my gut. I’m jealous that the moon can touch her while I have to leave.

I am crazy.

But at least I’ve marked her. She’s mine now.