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With tender, slow strokes, I glide through her lips, grazing her clit. She stops kissing me, gasping for a split second before finding my lips again.
We don’t say anything to each other. We’re too consumed.
With my other hand, I knead her tits, plucking on her beaded nipples. Her body trembles and her hand tightens around me which has me grunting, pressing my bodyweight against her. I sink my fingers into her tight heat, and she tosses her head back, the expanse of her throat too tempting to deny.
I nibble against her pulse, licking the water droplets from her flesh.
Fuck, I’m thirsty but it isn’t water I want. It wouldn’t be enough to quench the need clawing at my throat.
In and out, my fingers drift. Not enough to make her come, but enough to bring her pleasure, enough to drive her crazy just like she’s making me.
Her hand is soft, tentative, and she loosens her grip on me, dragging her fingertips along my girth. An unstable breath escapes me and for the first time in my life, goosebumps arise all over my body from another woman’s touch.
“You’re cold,” she whispers into my ear, a shiver slipping down my spine.
The water is warm. The steam is hot. Her body is melting against mine. The last thing I feel is cold.
“Far from it.” I take her other hand and skim it down my chest, pressing it against my heart so she can feel the wild beat. “So fucking far.” I rob her lips again, moving them against mine like waves crashing against one another like waves against the shore, melting into one another as one of us drifts back only for the other to come forward.
She’s a magnet, a pull, a force to be reckoned with. Her fire is bright and harsh and if people are afraid of getting burned or feeling pain, it’s best to stay away from someone like Rosie. Her tongue is hexed but her soul is pure and in order to touch it, you have to walk through her blaze.
She’s worth it.
Every scar. Every burn. Every time she opens her mouth to protect herself and she spews that fire, I’ll gladly drench myself in her pain if it means she feels better.
I pump my fingers into her, burying them as far as I can without.
Nothing will stop me from taking her, nothing will stop me from claiming her, and nothing will stop me from breeding her.
She’s mine. She’ll be the mother of my children. They will be mine to protect.
Her innocence, her guilt, her every single fucking emotion—I own it.
“What’s wrong?” she asks through hooded eyes, rolling her swollen lips together.
I push her wet hair from her forehead and peer into her round blue eyes. Her lashes are stuck together, tiny water droplets hanging from the tips and with every blink, one manages to drip down her cheek.
I step in closer, pushing my fingers deeper somehow and she gasps.
“I’m just thinking,” I brush my lips over hers without kissing her. “How there’s nothing stopping me from fucking you. Your virginity. It was mine and mine alone. I’m able to be this deep because I’ve made your innocence my fucking throne.”
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” She nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and I moan a snarl as she lets it go with a pop.
I shift my hand, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit while my two fingers stay inside her, motioning gentle waves every so often to make that quiet little gasp puff from her.
Leaning forward, I bite her ear and chuckle. It’s dark and menacing, promising nothing but exactly what she just said. “What did you just say to me?”
“Nothing.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, a small twinge of pain rolling down each as she gets too close to the healing wounds. “I didn’t say anything.”
“We really need to do something with that mouth.” I pull my fingers from her and drop her leg, pressing my hand against her shoulder to push her to her knees. “Maybe I give you too much time to speak your mind, Tesoro.” I rub the tip of my cock over her lips, tracing the plump clouds and leaving a thin trail of pre-come coating them. “Suck me.”
Her eyes peer up at me through her dark lashes, storming with lust. Her pupils grow big, and I witness the moment the fight leaves her and her want to be a good fucking girl for me takes over. She wraps her mouth around the tip, giving the crown an experimental flick of her tongue along the underside. Her lips stretch wide to accommodate my girth and I nearly come just watching her do that.
“Fuck, you look good on your knees, Rosie. I think it’s my favorite position to see you in.” I gather her hair in my hand to keep the wet strands from falling in her face.
She hums, the vibrations sending down my cock and I jerk to my tiptoes, slapping my palm against the wall. Rosie has my cock slip from her mouth, and she dips her tongue in the slit.
“Can I ask you something?”
