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Arrows of need shoot through me and I draw him in deeper, my eyes watering. “Careful, kitten. We’ll practice a lot in the future.” I whimper around him, his muscles becoming harder under my hand at that, and the vibration must drive him insane. “One day I’ll come down this pretty throat.” His hand lands on my throat as he swipes it up and down, zapping electricity surrounding me, and my core dampens just imaging it. “And you’ll swallow every drop, won’t you, kitten?” He pushes a little more while my tongue and lips work in tandem.
He thrusts forward, my nails scratching his hips as I take a deep breath through my nose and continue to suck him hard, enjoying every sound coming from him because this handsome man is mine.
And whatever I do to him brings him pleasure. It’s a turn-on itself, although my whole body hurts so much from the need closing up on me, I barely resist the urge to touch myself and get off on the act alone.
“Not on our wedding night, though, kitten.” He tugs at my hair harshly, so I start my journey back, my mouth sliding over his length until I suck on the tip, drinking him in more while the swirling sensations in the pit of my stomach grow so much it pains and frees me at the same time.
All I want and need right now is this man because this hunger eating at me demands to be fed.
“Lie down.” I scoot a little and land on my back, only to moan when he shoulders my legs apart, creating room for himself. His palms slide under me, clenching my ass checks hard while my skin grows taut, tension wrapping around us as sizzling electric volts hit at me from every corner. “Ah, so pretty and wet for your man.”
His light stubble tickles the inside of my thighs and his hot breath on my center paints carnal images in my head that add to the insanity owning me.
My fingers drift to his nape, tangling in his hair, and I arch my back, my voice hoarse and hushed. “Don’t tease.”
He sucks on my skin, pulling at it so hard, the sting travels all over me. “Don’t tease who?”
“Octavius.”
He rubs his face on my flesh, making me bite hard on my lip to hold back the moan wanting to erupt from my throat. “And who am I?”
“My husband.”
My sob echoes in the night, interrupted by the loud thunder, when he places his mouth on me, licking through my folds and diving inside, his tongue claiming me all over again while heat surrounds me.
He lifts me up higher, his strokes turning deeper, pushing against the pressure building in me, the sensations so good all I can do is whimper and moan while he continues to fuck me with his mouth.
He puts me back on the bed, skimming his hands over the inside of my thighs and pushing them apart, opening me wide for him as he moves his tongue upward, licking me all the way to my clit that he flicks several times before drawing it between his lips.
Perspiration covers my skin, the silky sheets disturbing every nerve in my body, and my hips shoot upward when he bites on my clit gently, soothing it with a long lick followed by him drifting lower and stabbing his tongue in me again.
Pressing the heel of my foot on his back, I grip his hair and allow myself light movements that create friction, bringing me closer to bursting the tension holding me prisoner and find the release my whole being cries out for.
“Octavius.”
He slowly pulls his tongue out, roaming it over my core, up and down in maddening motions before he slides up, leaving wet imprints on my stomach and collarbone until he looms above me, his lips glistening with me.
He sits up, taking out a condom and rolling it on his length, his brown pools turning almost black from the desire blanketing them. He grabs my legs, wrapping them around him as he settles between them once again. “Greet your husband home, wife.” He slams his mouth on mine, catching my moan when he thrusts into me hard, my arms circling around his neck and pulling him to me while his cock stretches me to the brink. A shiver rushes through us as he sways his hips back and enters me again, shifting us a little on the bed.
My fingers tangle in his hair as I tilt my head, brushing my tongue against his while he lazily drives in and out of me, each stroke designed to bring me closer to rapture while his hard grip on me shows his possessiveness in full glory.
His kiss and slow but confident strokes tell me a story on their own, promising me pleasure in the future, however, I’ll always abide by his rules.
The hunter captured his prey and he has no intention of letting her go.
We share a breath when he tears his mouth away and nips on my chin, whispering while continuing to deliver hard drives, every word flaring the lust consuming me, sending me closer to the edge, “You’re mine, Isla. No matter what happens, this will remain the absolute truth.” This rather disturbing statement should scare me but instead makes me feel cherished and wanted, something I haven’t felt in a while.
Or maybe ever.
Clawing at his back as he hisses into my neck, I clamp my thighs while my core clenches around his length, and he finds my mouth again, locking us in a hot kiss that takes my breath away.
In and out, in and out, until I can’t think or do anything else but erupt in his arms, crying out into his mouth while he slams into me harder, his strokes becoming faster and more erratic.
My head falls on the pillow while I watch his muscles ripple under my touch while he chases his own high, sweat coating his skin, and my core clenches tighter and tighter around him.
We both groan when he spills inside the condom, our labored breathing filling the air while thunder shakes the sky again, followed by lightning, bringing us back to reality.
Although it doesn’t change anything, does it?
