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“Okay, I’m not hungry anymore,” I say after a few minutes.
“Good, because I’m starving,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and bringing me to my back as he hovers over me.
He kisses, licks, and nibbles at the flesh below my ear, at the hollow of my throat, and across my chest. His hands knead my breasts as he tastes the skin around my belly button and across my hip bones.
I arch my back as he grabs my legs, making me plant my feet on the wood. His mouth is sure to explore as much exposed skin as possible while his fingers touch everything else.
When his hand passes over my cut, I jerk away, and then his eyes find the bright red line etched into my skin.
“Did this happen today?” he asks, looking it over.
“Yes, but I’m fine. Now I’ll always remember what happened immediately after,” I say, a blush touching my cheeks when his eyes find mine.
“Hmm. A mark for a memory. Maybe I should mark you right now, so you’ll never forget just how thoroughly I’m about to devour your sweet cunt.”
My stomach does a somersault. “Maybe.”
His eyebrow arches as his fingers delicately dance up my inner thighs. “Oh yeah?”
I bring my lower lip into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on the edge, and I nod.
With his arm outstretched, he grabs something from behind me. When he eases away, I see the knife in his hand.
His eyes watch mine closely, searching for a reaction.
“You want me to mark you, Mariella?”
Apprehension squeezes my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Panic infiltrates my heart, causing it to pound at breakneck speed.
He carefully slides the tip from my inner ankle to my knee, following the same path with his lips before taking the sharp edge higher up my thigh.
I push myself up, moving from resting on my elbows to my palms, watching him with my heart in my throat.
The tip dances around my pubic bone before he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue darting out to lick me from entrance to clit. He squeezes my hips in his hands, the knife pinned between the fingers of his right hand and my skin. Vicente makes me forget about the presence of the weapon while focusing on massaging my clit with his tongue.
Just as I fall back, my hand threading through his hair, he pulls away and I feel the cool touch of stainless steel against my other thigh. He carefully drags the blade down my leg, pushing a little more as he moves from my knee to ankle.
I lie flat on my back this time, gripping the sides of the table in my fists wondering why I’m not a thousand percent opposed to being cut by this man. This murderer. Is it because I’m blinded by lust, so caught up in the way he makes me come, like no man has ever done before? Is it because I’m aware of how powerful and dangerous he is and being with him like this fills me with a thrill I’ve been seeking my whole life?
Maybe it’s just plain stupidity, but whatever it is, I’m wrapped up in it and unable and unwilling to think logically.
Nobody ever warned me about the power of good dick. You’ll lose your sensibilities over it. It’s probably because we’re so used to being disappointed that when a good cock comes along, you put up with the shit the man attached to it puts you through because you know there’s hardly anything better out there.
Vicente kisses along the arch of my foot before making his way back up, eating my pussy with the grunts and moans of a man devouring his favorite meal after a long day. He licks and sucks my clit while penetrating me with two long fingers, bringing me to the edge of bliss.
“Vicente, oh my god,” I moan. “It feels so good.”
His tongue flickers across my clit in quick successions, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Your cunt tastes so good,princesa,” he says, replacing his fingers with his tongue as he penetrates me. “So wet for me, aren’t you?”
I nod frantically, moaning and whimpering. “Yes, yes. I’m so wet for you.”
“This pussy belongs to me now.”
“Yes. It’s yours,” I pant, my voice nearly hysterical as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm.
“If I mark you, you’ll belong to me forever, you understand?” he asks, his fingers back inside me, curling up and touching areas that had previously been ignored by other boyfriends.
