“I want to see you wearing my marks, Ember. Your hips already have my handprint and just seeing that on you makes the animal you’ve awoken inside me fucking pleased. But it’s not enough. I need you to wear my marks.” He starts to mumble some more under his breath, but I can’t make out his words with my loud and harsh breathing echoing throughout the room. When he brings the scissors up and starts to cut my shirt up the center of my breasts, I cry out. Not in pain but in anticipated pleasure. He walks to the foot of the bed when he’s done and looks up my body before placing his hands down and slowly making his way back to me. “I’m going to eat you now. With my hands holding your legs captive at the back of your spread thighs, digging my fingers in each time you try to deny me what I’m going to take. My tongue will make you so crazy you might come, but you had better not. Not until I’ve marked enough of this perfect tan skin.”
Then, true to his warning, his hands are pushing between my legs and the mattress as he lifts and pushes until he’s holding me to his mouth by the bruising grip he has on the back of my thighs. I can feel the wetness of our combined fluids running down the crack of my ass. My legs being pushed until I can feel the top of my thighs touching my belly as my toes touch the top of the headboard.
If I could find a way to open my eyes, I might find it funny that I can look at my toes at this moment, but when he opens his mouth and closes his wide lips over my core with a hard suck, I’m pretty sure I died.
I scream, pant, and almost black out as he moves his mouth against the slick wetness he’s causing. My fingers cramp up as I hold on to the mattress for dear life. The only thing keeping me from coming right now is the look in his eyes that I see when I finally open my own. He’s looking up my body with burning eyes. Eyes that are daring me to disobey his demand. For a brief second, I consider giving in to the need my body has to come, just to see what he will do, but when I open my mouth, his eyes narrow and his growls vibrate against my *. I almost lose my control, almost come against his mouth, and he knows it since his tongue is feeling the fluttering of my inner walls as I fight to hold on.
And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he releases me with a pop. His tongue coming out to give one thick flat swipe before his hold on my thighs eases and my legs are tenderly placed on the bed once again.
“You ready for me to make you mine?” he asks, his voice thick and deeper than normal.
I nod, not willing to take the chance that he denies me if I speak.
“Ember, I want you to answer me with words this time and only this time. Are you on birth control?”
I have to clear my throat to get a sound out, the scream of my release just waiting in a giant lump. “Y-yeah. The pill.”
“Thank fuck,” he rumbles, dropping down to one hand placed next to my head as he leans to press the tip of his nose against mine. I can feel him running the hot tip of his dick up and down between the lips of my sex, and I open my mouth with a silent gasp each time he presses it against my swollen clit. “You’ve been a good girl, keeping yourself from coming even though I know you were close a few times. You quivered against my tongue, and I thought I was going to have to stop to put my mark on your ass for not being able to hold yourself back.”
I hum low in my throat, and his pupils widen as he mirrors my noise.
“You like that?” he asks, and I nod. “Next time. You’ll get my hands on your ass before I let you put your lips on my cock.”
Another sound comes from me, and I almost lift my hips off the mattress when his thick, blunt head pushes into my * just a breath before he swipes it back up to my clit.
“Next time, I want your hands in my hair when I cover my chin with your wetness,” he muses and rubs the tip of his nose against mine while I feel him enter me again, this time almost an inch of him. My eyes widen and I gasp, earning a brief kiss from him when I’m able to keep my silence. “Hold on, Ember. I’m going to claim this *, and when you scream my name like a good girl, know that you’re giving me all of you when you take my come deep inside your body.”
He lifts up and looks down our bodies. After lining himself up and pushing the tip of him inside me, he brings the hand that had been holding his cock up, resting it on my collarbone. His eyes watch his hand as he trails it down until he is cupping the underside of my breast, his palm on top of my heart.
Then he looks up.
His fingertips press and flex before he lifts his hand and puts one finger right above my heart. “All of you,” he vows and thrusts himself inside me in one rough push. His thickness makes me see stars as the pain of his size mixes and swirls into the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. He doesn’t move, allowing me the needed time to get used to him, all the while holding me captive with eyes that are almost glowing with intensity.