I was the only one who had ever seen her like this, the only one whoeverwould. If someone else tried, I'd kill them and fuck her while the blood oozed out of their body.
I ground against her, rubbing her clit. Then I stopped, shoved a pillow under her hips, put her legs on my shoulders, and started fucking her all over again.
"That's it, Catalina. Take it all."
She cried out my name, moaning it over and over, then her spine went straight and she came once more, dragging me with her. I roared out my release, pulled her hips tight around me, and pushed into her, making sure she got every drop.
Even after I came, I couldn't stop thrusting into her. But this time, it was deep and slow.
I leaned down as she tried to catch her breath and kissed her. I kissed each tear rolling down her face, swiped them away from her eyes. Trailed kisses along her jaw, her neck.
I breathed her in, basking in the scent of her mixed with me, the saltiness of her sweat, and how she shook in my arms.
"Was I too rough with you?"
"No, but why did you get like that?" she whispered, running her fingers over my spine.
I kissed her neck, slipping my fingers into her hair, rubbing her scalp. "Because I'm territorial and possessive over you. You can't tell me I'm the only man who can fuck you and not expect me to lose control."
"Oh."
I chuckled and kissed up to her ear. "You're mine, Catalina, and I will not share you with anyone."
She nuzzled my neck, panting softly against my skin as I moved within her. "I don't want you to. I just want to be yours."
My cock hardened immediately.
She gasped. "Marco?—"
"Don't blame me. I told you I'm territorial and possessive."
The loud chime of her phone went off, breaking our serenity. And I watched as the weight of our world rushed back into her, and every relaxed muscle in her body tensed. Our moment of peace was gone.
I got off of her, and she turned, sitting up on the couch.
"Don't move."
I found her phone in her skirt and brought it to her.
She gave me a nod in thanks, then took the call while I went to the bathroom and cleaned up.
I wasn't mad at the intrusion. Eventually it would happen, but I was worried.
How would Catalina look at me now?
If she tried to put distance between us again, I wouldn't let her. Yes, we had other priorities, but she was my main one and I would not let her get away.
I grabbed a towel and dampened it, then went back to find her off the phone, trying to find her clothes while attempting to not let my come leak down her legs.
I sighed and picked her up.
"What are you doing?" she squealed.
"I told you not to move." I placed her down on the desk. "Spread your legs."
"Marco, we can't?—"
"As tempting as it is to fuck you again, and it really is." I took her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "I know your familia needs you. But you also need aftercare. This is the least I can do for you before you leave. Now spread your legs before I take it as a challenge and clean you up with my tongue."
