“Are you going to—Ah!” I grip the damp duvet as he presses his mouth to me, licking me from entrance to clit.
Then he does it again, and again.
I writhe, my wet skin pebbling in the cool air as he yanks me to the edge of the bed and throws my legs over his broad shoulders. When he presses a hand down on my stomach, a moan rips from me. The pressure of his tongue on my clit is too much, and I try to close my legs, but he growls and digs in deeper, his tongue delving inside me.
“Mateo.” I can barely get his name out, can’t think past the next stroke of his tongue. “Please.”
“Please, what, my princess?” He pulls his tongue back and uses it to tease my clit again.
“Please …” I don’t know! I don’t know what I want anymore. I thought I wanted freedom, I thought I wanted to fight him off, to deny him, but right now I’d kill to feel his tongue bring me to orgasm.
He rises and lifts me to the center of the bed, then prowls over me. “I know what you want.” He kisses me, sharing my taste with me. It’s erotic and filthy, and I open my mouth, needing more of him.
He swipes his tongue inside, the head of his hard cock pressing against my clit. I move my hips, getting the delicious friction that I need.
“Not like this, princess.” He kisses to my throat, then lower, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I watch him, my body wound so tightly that I might come just from the way he’s licking me. “You come on my cock. Nowhere else.”
I moan, my legs open, my body desperate for him even as my mind tries to rebel.
He kisses up my chest to my mouth again, kissing me hard as he lines up his head at my entrance. “Tell me no,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me how much you don’t want me. How much you hate me. I’ll fuck you anyway, princess, because I know what you need.” He presses his cock head inside me, stretching me as I moan. “I won’t stop. I’ll never stop.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders and bite his bottom lip, my need outweighing whatever calculus my brain was trying to do. Because I want him. I want all of him. “Don’t stop,” I whisper against his mouth.
He plunges inside me, sending a sharp pain through me.
I yelp as he stills and kisses me viciously, his tongue lashing mine as he pinches one of my nipples, his body tense as he holds himself on one elbow.
The pain recedes quickly, and I feel full. So full, as if I’m about to break in half from the pressure. But then he moves, sliding out and back in. Then again. And again. Slowly, I relax, my body adjusting to him, to the sensation of fullness.
He pulls back and stares down at me, his brows drawn tight. “Tight and wet for me, princess. So fucking perfect.”
I move my hips tentatively, then realize the more I rock against him, the more he hits my clit just right. The pain is gone, and I’m consumed with raw want. I want, and want, and want. I kiss him, savoring every bit of our bodies touching, the pleasure each stroke brings me.
He moves faster, destroying me on levels I didn’t even know existed and building me back up. Each hard thrust sends me higher, and I arch, my breasts pressed to his hard chest as he feasts on my throat, my shoulder. His teeth mark me, his mouth like a brand on my flesh. I want more. I can’t stop.
I rise up to meet him, my body so keyed up that I don’t think anymore. I’m nothing more than primal need, pure desire.
“Fucking hell.” He bites down on my neck, his teeth sending pinpricks of pain shooting through me.
Somehow, that’s what sends me over, my orgasm hitting me from everywhere and nowhere, rolling through me like thunder as I explode, my breath gone, my mind in tatters. I call his name, my mind knowing no other.
He grunts low, his body tensing even more as I’m lost in my pleasure. Then I feel him grow even thicker, and when he bites me harder, I feel his cock jerk inside me. He’s coming, and it sends another wave of delicious ecstasy through me, my body reveling in it all, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. I’ve never felt this before, never been so adrift but also so safe in someone’s arms.
I can barely breathe, can barely think as the aftershocks skitter through me.
He kisses where he bit me, then rests his head against my shoulder. Taking in deep breaths, he shudders as I run my hands down his back.