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As desperate as we were to take this to a speed we both enjoyed, for once, I took things slower - allowed us to feel out every brewing sensation bubbling between us.
It was weird and yet so sensational, the two of us kissing slower while our hands roamed our bodies and felt every line and scar. Every touch had a purpose, just like every kiss, nip, and suck that followed as I trailed down her body in waves.
I didn’t want a single place untouched. I needed to claim her, to remind the world of my territory. Her moans encouraged me to do exactly what I desired, starting from her neck and working my way to her shoulders, then on to her chest and her hard nipples.
I licked, sucked, and lightly bit until she was trembling in need, but I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until I was ready to.
For once this wasn’t a race. It was a damn journey.
My large hands moved down her sides, enjoying the inward slope that went outward when I reached her hips. Kissing along her abs was a bit of a delight, and I couldn’t help but think about the earlier discussion about kids and heirs.
It was laughable - maybe slightly insulting – that the world believed Dimitris was a competitor in being the first to impregnate my woman. Did they all forget that I was her first? That even through those fucked-up circumstances, she still kept me at her side and even had the strength to forgive my ass.
We’d been through hell together, and no one would steal that right I’d earned long before they came into the picture. Maybe they all needed a reminder.
A reminder of how dangerous I could be.
I kissed her stomach long and hard, even when the flesh beneath my lips felt cold like ice and Willow whimpered and tried to wiggle out of my grasp.
“Onyx?” She sounded confused, with a dose of arousal in the hint of her whimpering tone, and fuck, how that speck of vulnerability made my cock twitch with so much fucking need. I had to tame the beast inside me.
I had to reel it in for the grand celebration we’d enjoy once we reached the line of completion.
When I moved my lips, I noticed the black mark upon her flesh, and it held magic to it that clearly resonated with my own aura. I’d done something unexpected, and though I should have paused to ask questions, all I could do was smile and look up to see Willow begin to blush.
“Did…you just…imprint me?”
Is that what it was? I didn’t fucking know -or care, for that matter.Yet the idea of me laying a mark on her like she had on me made a devilish grin grace my lips, and my eyes darkened in pure delight.
I wasn’t sure if she was shocked, mad, or just done with my bullshit, but she rolled her eyes and gave me a look. “If you’re going to take ownership, finish what you started.”
I fucking love my feisty bitch.
She was obviously a queen in my eyes, but she was being too demanding with me when I was on this weird high of control. I knew it wouldn’t matter for long -I’d get payback shortly -and she knew from the way my smile widened that she was so fucked.
“Onyx,” she warned, but she was too late. The beast was hungry, and it was about time we skipped the path and went straight to that fucking finish line.
I had her legs up and those delicate thighs pressing against the sides of my face in three seconds flat, which rewarded me with a quiet shriek from Willow before my lips were pressed into her glistening slit and devouring her like I’d barged into a feast and would ensure no crumbs were left behind.
Her moans were glorious to listen to, those whimpers and moans of praise captivating as I built up her pleasure until she was screaming in ecstasy and cumming in my mouth’s clutches. I sucked her up, licked her dry, teased her sensitive clit, and started the cycle all over again.
She’d earned this punishment, and she’d be forced to take every bit of it until she was begging for me to stop.
Or pleading for my thick, veiny cock.
There had to be somewhere in those scriptures that condemned a man for being addicted to a woman’s pussy. Whatever the punishment, I’d endure every strike of pain if it meant enjoying the quivering taste of my woman’s juices lathering my lips.
“Onyx! Hell…fuck, fuck, shit, ahh!” I was driving my Sugar insane and didn’t hold an ounce of mercy as I licked her up and began to thrust my tongue into those fluttering, hot walls of her pussy.
My cock was erect and ready to take my tongue’s place, but I couldn’t dare pause halfway now. My sweet queen had endured a ton of agony, and it was time it was replaced with endless waves of pleasure.
She needed to be reminded how important she was to me. That she was worthy of my touch, my caresses, and my taunts. She was worthy of the fucking world, and this was my time to remind her that, in the dark hollows of her bedroom, I’d always bow down in submission and worship her to the very end.
“Ah. Shit. Onyx,” she groaned as her body grew still, and there was that soaring spike of pleasure that was about to erupt and deliver a blissful oasis through her senses. “AH!”
She came so beautifully, writhing with her butt in the sky, those wet lips pressing into my face, and her pitchy moans serenading me to no end.
I finally unlatched from her, only to prowl up her frame and latch onto her lips with a sensational kiss that surely made her toes curl and body hum in sweet contentment.
