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I love the taste of him, the scent of him. The feel of his silken flesh so hard and hot within my mouth and throat. But I love more than anything his shudders as he begins to buck and thrust beneath me.
In pleasuring him, my own need ramps up to unbearable levels, and I moan around his flesh, wanting him deep inside me.
As if he can sense my frustration, he pushes me off him and drags me up onto his lap in one quick move. He takes my mouth with a kiss so deep it is almost punishing in its intensity.
My dress shucks up over my hips, and his fingers knead my ass before his grip tightens and constricts, then the sound of ripping fabric fills the cabin. I break off the kiss and look down at his left hand, which now holds my panties. Torn in two. Again.
I’m going to have to get in a whole new supply of underwear, just for Rio.
He throws them aside and begins to kiss me again, and I grind my now-bare pussy against his organ. I’m desperate for release and try to rise up and impale myself on him. But he won’t let me. He holds my hips in place, preventing me from doing so. Instead, I rub frantically against him, my moans turning almost feral.
His lips leave mine and trail down my neck, and his fingers, previously rough and greedy, turn featherlight as he grazes the sides of my aching breasts.
“Fuck me, Rio, please.Please!”
“Not yet, my beautiful little bird. I haven’t made you scream.”
He shifts position in the chair, somehow sliding out from beneath me and flipping us so that I’m seated and he is now kneeling on the floor in front of me. The leather on my bare ass is warm from his body heat. Even that creates a flame to my need.
He grins, a wolfish expression that inspires yet another ache to ripple right through me and center in my core. He drags a finger languidly through my wetness and brings it to his lips.
“Your essence is like nectar, Bianca. I want all of it. But not yet. You may not come, wife, until I have drunk my fill. Do you understand me?”
Holy hell. How am I going to hold on? I’m ready to climax right now, especially when he parts my legs and looks down at my exposed pussy with that dark and enticing expression.
And then he leans in and claims me with his mouth, and I almost shatter on the spot.
But I can’t. Not without his permission…
It is my turn to buck and shudder beneath his ministrations as he gives me back as good as I gave. His tongue laps at my entrance, darts inside, and then returns to circle and tease my clit while one, then two, of his fingers slips inside my wetness.
I sound like an animal, moaning and groaning and growling, but I don’t care. I have to wait like he said. I have to hold off from coming…but it’s so hard; it’s too hard. He’s so fucking good at eating me out and fucking me with his fingers that I can’t bear to hold on a moment longer… I have to…
“Come now, baby,” he commands against my hot, wet flesh. “Come for me. Right.Now.”
He sucks on my clit and spears me with his fingers one more time, and I break apart beneath him.
The scream tears out of me as I come, and then even as I’m shuddering and pulsing from the force of the climax, he lifts me off the chair and rolls back to lie on the carpeted floor of the cabin with me straddling him. This time he lets me sink down onto his ready cock, and I begin to ride in a frenzy.
The tension in my body, only just released, instantly ramps into overdrive as he thrusts upward to meet my rocking motion. I can’t hold on. The torture is too exquisite, and I begin to come again, this time my channel walls squeezing around his organ as I let loose another scream.
He roars too, and we fall together over the cliff edge of sensation into the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
It is only after, when I come to my senses still lying atop him, our hearts beating fast in tandem, that I begin to sob. He has taken every little part of me—from my name to my body to my very sense of identity—and reformed me into someone I barely recognize.
And now I know that no matter what he does, no matter what heis, I can never be whole again without him—my monster—in my life.
22
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
George McDonald
Bianca
There isno actual discussion about it, but when we arrive at the estate, Rio orders my things moved from my bedroom next door, into his suite. The final step in bringing us together. The decision itself, as well as my lack of annoyance about the non-consultation, signals some kind of turning point in our relationship with one another. Yet another turning point, only this is one I never thought I would reach.
I’m still in love with my husband, as I have been for so long.
