Tongue laving a path down my chest, he detours and barely grazes the hardened peak of a nipple. The damn thing is so hard it hurts, and I hiss at the sudden contact. “More.”
The other tip gets the same minimal treatment. “Did I say you could call the shots here, kitten? Seems my little wildcat needs to be tamed.”
Tamed.My fingers claw the soft sheets as I envision Connor restraining me and having his wicked, wicked way with me, deep voice giving me dark commands.
His eyes light up at my whimper, secret understanding tilting one side of his mouth. “You like that, don’t you? Yes, you want to be mine because you know I’m always going to take care of you.” A stinging nip to the underside of my breast. “That I’m never going to leave you.” Down to my belly. “That I’m always going to love you.”
Love? He’s breaking out the L-word?!? Shooting up, I throw him a wild look. “Connor, you can’t—ohh—”
I can’t call him out on that huge bomb he just dropped because he yanks my thighs wide open and buries his face in my pussy, his scruff scraping against my sensitive skin so deliciously. “Ah, kitten,” he groans in a muffled voice against me. “So good.”
Yes. So good.I fall back to the bed, all protest vanishing as my hands settle onto his shaved head. He practically inhales me as his fingers grip my hips tight enough to leave marks. I remember what he said before.Those are the only marks that should be on your body. Ones I’veput there.
Electricity flows through me, forcing my back to arch as his teeth suddenly latch onto the top of my mound, bearing down with a bit of pressure and then releasing. Licking the small indents left behind, he growls in a feral voice, “This is mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp out as he spreads my folds and caresses me with the flat of his tongue. “God, yes.”
Connor eats me for long minutes, tongue darting down to tease my entrance before sweeping upwards again to swirl around my clit, never staying in one area long enough to satisfy me. Frustrated with need, I tighten my grip on his head and force him down. “Stay there.”
He stills, then lifts up, breaking through my grip with ridiculous ease and licking his lips. “Do you want to come?”
Hips tilting upward in futile hopes of reaching his mouth, I pout. “Yes, make me come.”
“Marry me.” The words hang heavily in the air, mixing in with my awkward breathing as I stare gobsmacked at him.
“I...” My mouth works back and forth as my brain refuses to give me the response I’m looking for. How is this supposed to help me think?
“Not sure yet? Then you just lay there and think on it, little mama.” Hot warmth encapsulates my cunt as his mouth worships me, bringing me ever so closer to the heights of ecstasy again.
Higher...
Higher...
“Yes,” I moan as light pulses to my clit drive me wild. “Don’t stop! Right...there...” Release is so close, I can almost taste it. Muscles tense as every part of me prepares for an orgasmic explosion. In reckless abandon, I throw my hands out to hold onto the pillow behind me. “Yes!”
Almost...
Almost...
...but not quite. A cry of despair rings out as his mouth abruptly deviates to the crease of my thigh and sucks hard. “No! Don’t stop!” How could he do this to me?
“Marry me.” It’s no longer a question, but a demand.
The realization of what he’s doing dawns on me—I don’t get to come until I tell him what he wants to hear. “Connor, I—”
“That doesn’t sound like ayesto me.” His thick eyebrows furrow, stubbornness darkening his obsidian gaze. “Was that ayes, kitten?”
With barely-there touches, a finger draws small circles on my inner thigh, so close to where I need it and yet miles away. I choke on a gasp and silently shake my head, thighs quivering involuntarily.
“No? Hmm. Tell me, kitten—whose pussy is this?” His question is punctuated by a claiming bite to my labia.
“Ack!” I yell out through the small pinch of pain that quickly blossoms into arousal, hands flying to his head to either hold him there or pull him away, unsure of which but knowing I just need him. “M-mine.”
“Wrong.” With another bite, he licks the pain away and rests his stubbled chin on top of my clit, the raspy edges digging deliciously into the tender flesh as he coats his face with me. “This is my pussy. Mine.”
Eyes tracking upward to the swell of my belly, he palms my roundness. “They’re mine, too. All mine. This ass”—my breath catches as a thick finger strokes the part of me that has never been taken—“is mine. Every bit of you belongs to me. Now, I’ll say it again—marry me.”
My words finally leave in a rush. Ones he lets me actually speak. “But Connor, are you absolutely sure—”
