It was right there, ripping us apart. Piece by piece, bit by bit, we were bleeding out for each other. He licked away the blood from his lips, and I silently wished I was doing it for him. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue, stirring a rush of adrenaline to surge through my veins.
“I love you! I fucking love you!” I shouted, and he let me go, but only to once again slam his mouth onto mine.
He growled, parting his lips. His hands went to the sash of my silk robe, opening it. Making me whimper, he fell to his knees in between my legs and licked from my opening to my clit.
“Fuck…” I moaned, falling apart at the seams.
When he placed my thigh onto his shoulder, my hands instantly fisted his hair, tugging it to the point of agony.
I wanted him to feel what I was feeling.
The pleasure and the pain.
Rocking my hips forward, I felt his tongue push into my opening while he peered up at me with a predatory regard. His eyes were dark and dilated. His hand kneaded my breast as he sucked my clit into his mouth, immediately moving his head in a side-to-side, back-and-forth motion.
“Ah!” I hissed.
My chest heaved, and my mouth parted with his precise manipulation of his assault on my core. His mouth was literally eating me alive. I watched with hooded eyes as he slid two fingers into my soaking wet pussy, causing my legs to shake and my body to shudder.
Which only made him finger fuck me harder, lick me faster, wanting me to come in his mouth.
He licked me one last time, and then the son of bitch stopped, and I whined in refusal.
I was almost there.
So close.
“Please…” I shamelessly begged, wanting this for myself.
Christian was the only man who’d ever touched me, kissed me, made me his. I didn’t know anything but him. He knew my body better than I did, learning and memorizing it for hours on end.
“You think another man is going to make you beg for what’s always been mine?”
I panted profusely, my chest rising and falling on bated breath.
“Tell me. Say the words, Kinley.”
I didn’t have to be ordered twice. “I’m yours, Christian. I’ll always be yours.”
He growled and returned to lapping at my heat, making me go crazy with need. Within seconds I was coming apart, fast and hard. Shaking the entire time. I rode out my orgasm against his mouth before he released my clit with a pop.
Not bothering to wipe away my come from his face, he attacked my mouth instead with his hand planted firmly at the back of my neck, keeping me locked in place. Close to him, exactly where I wanted to be.
I tasted myself all over his lips and tongue, unable to get enough of what only he could bring out of me. Gripping onto my ass, he lifted me up to straddle his waist and shoved my back against the slider again.
The glass shook, echoing in the room.
“You remember the first time I fucked you against this glass?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “You were mine then. Exactly like you are now. No matter what, Kinley Troy. I’m embedded in your blood.”
Our mouths crashed together as I undid his belt. Working the button and zipper of his slacks, unable to get them open fast enough. I pulled out his hard cock and aggressively stroked it in an up and down motion.
He wasn’t the only one who knew me inside and out. I knew him too, and Christian loved it rough.
His hand went to my throat and the other on my hip, gripping hard and applying ample pressure to both. He wanted to mark my body, remind me who I belonged to…
And God help me, I wanted him to.
“Please, Christian … fuck me like you used to.”
It was all he needed to hear.
In one swift, hard thrust, he was balls deep inside of me.
“Fuck,” he loudly groaned against my parted mouth as I hissed into his, crying out but not saying a word.
We hadn’t made love in who knew how long, and I’d forgotten how big he was. Digging his fingers into my ass, he rolled my hips to have me fuck him harder and faster. There was nothing sweet about what we were doing to each other.
We were angry fucking, and I never wanted it to stop.
He mercilessly pounded into me. “This what you want, Kinley? For me to fuck you like this?” The slapping sound of our skin-on-skin contact echoed in our bedroom. “You want me to fuck you like you’re mine?”
“Yes...”
“That’s it, baby … squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy that I can never get enough of. Just like that. I want to feel you come on my cock.”