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I don’t mind.
My woman can do whatever the fuck she wants as long as her taste fills my mouth and her scent envelops me whole.
“Please make me come, Florian.” I smile at the urgency, demand, and pleading in her tone, and something primal washes over me.
My woman knew no pleasure until she met me, and everything she knows…she learned from me.
Instead of listening to her, I lick up and down her pussy lips, sucking them one by one, before biting on them as she hisses, grinding her hips against my tongue, and I thrust in her once again.
The sensual energy floating around us rips me apart, the freedom to explore her body on my island, in my bed—in my fucking house—while everyone finally knows she’s mine, and no one and nothing will ever take her away…it creates a fundamental need in me for her.
On most of our nights I can spend hours feasting on her, never wanting anything else as long as she comes undone underneath me.
However today, after stealing my bride from her wedding and finally officially claiming her as mine…I need to be joined with her.
I give her one last long lick from bottom to top, kissing her clit softly, and a raspy breath slips past her lips, while my painful hard-on reminds me that she’s vitally important to me.
My gorgeous princess who chose a villain as her happily ever after rather than a stupid prince.
Because she knows I’ll burn the world for her.
“My beautiful woman.” I move my mouth upward and rub my chin on her, leaving wet imprints on her skin, and reach her belly, kissing my baby softly. “Stay safe, darling,” I whisper to it, trailing my lips to her collarbone and peppering her body with small kisses and nips.
Her flawless skin flushes under my touch as she writhes on the bed, arching her back and offering herself so sweetly to me.
My heart, body, and soul belong only to one woman—and that’s her, for I’ve known no real happiness and peace until a girl with sapphire eyes trapped me in her web.
Reaching her more-than-handful breasts with darkened nipples, I lick around the first one, sucking on it hard and making her hiss. As I’ve discovered in the last couple of months, they can be extremely sensitive and she can come just from me playing with them.
She pulls at my hair harshly, her leg hiking up my hip while her other foot presses into the bed, creating more space to cradle me as she tries to rub herself on my dick.
Shifting to the other one, I repeat the action until she cups my neck, her nails cutting into my skin, and she forces me to look up at her. “Florian, I’m burning. Please do something before I go insane.” Her raspy breath is my undoing and giving her nipple one last long lick, I place my palms on either side of her head and we both groan when the tip of my dick connects with her opening. “Yes.”
“Patience is a virtue, princess.” She moans as glide it up and down her pussy, smearing myself in her wetness, and perspiration covers our skin while we both breathe heavily. “Or so they say.”
Instead of answering me, she captures my mouth in a hot kiss that’s an art form in itself.
Everything with her feels different because she’s mine and that makes all the pleasure she gives me unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
They might call me a manwhore but I’ve known no true satisfaction until she became mine.
Because I love her.
I thrust in her hard, and she gasps into our kiss, her thighs flexing around me as her pussy stretches around my length, the tight heat almost making me come undone as our tongues entwine.
In this moment, nothing matters but my woman and how we are connected in the most primal way. I push back, only to enter her again, while our mouths consume each other.
I rise a little, gripping her hips and driving harder into her, simultaneously catching her groans and moans in my throat.
Her hips meet mine stroke for stroke while her hands palm my face, drinking from me and keeping us connected from head to toe, leaving no inch of space between us, because we’ve been separated for too long.
Space is no longer an option in this relationship.
Ripping my mouth away, I let us both gulp for breath as we stare at one another with me still thrusting into her over and over again. The pressure and pleasure inside me build, creating maddening sensations all over me where there is only one focus.
Her.
Her palms skim down my back, clawing at it and marring my skin with marks that I would wear proudly because she put them there. Every scratch covers my scars, serving as a balm to the always festering wounds that become almost nonexistent when she’s around.
