Page 63 of Crowned In Blood
He chuckled.
"Shut up," I said, but my voice was too breathless for my words to have any bite to them.
"Does it feel good?" He massaged my shoulders, kneading into a tender spot I didn't even know I had, bringing warmth while releasing the tension, without pressing too hard.
It was so perfect I moaned again and nodded.
"Use your words, my vicious little queen," he said in a deep, husky voice.
He touched the spot again, and I hissed. "Yes."
"Good girl."
I hummed again at his praise. It made me want to agree to anything, give him complete freedom to do whatever he wanted, no matter how sinful. I was under his spell now and there was no going back.
I couldn't seem to remember why I'd been so hesitant with him, why I hadn't just fallen at his feet and begged him to touch me before. But now that I knew how it felt, I would. I'd beg and plead anytime. Anyplace.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered.
"No!" I said too quickly, too loudly.
He chuckled again, his hands sliding down, lower, lower, until he brushed the top of my ass before he slid them back up, slipping his hands in my hair, sliding it to my opposite shoulder, leaving my neck bare to him. He growled in my ear, "Beg me for it."
I bit my lip, smothering the moan that almost escaped me from his words. "Please."
He groaned, and it sounded so good I wanted to hear it again.
"Please, don't stop," I whispered in his ear.
Another throaty moan of pleasure, then he grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against him. When he shifted, I felt his erection. He was so big, I gasped.
What would it look like to see it, see him, completely naked? How would it feel to have him inside me? Thrusting hard and fast? Taking me?Owningme?
If he told me to bend over right now, I'd ask him how far. I wanted to see him in ecstasy, hear his moans and grunts. Wanted to feel his come inside me, on top of me. I was so fucking wet, my pussy throbbing, and all he'd done was massage my back.
It wasn't fair that he was so controlled when I wasn't. But I didn't know what to do. If I rubbed him in the same way he was massaging me, would he sound like this? Would this be enough to affect him, when I knew he was far more experienced than me?
I sighed, and he shivered. Realizing I was right against his neck, I exhaled, blowing along his skin, and he shuddered.
His reaction delighted me.
I gently kissed his skin. At first he was still, barely breathing. I kissed him again, and again, following the path from his collarbone to his neck. I reached a little spot between his ear and neck, and he moaned for me. My heart felt light, elated, nearly danced out of my chest at the rough sound.
His fingers slipped to my shoulder, gathering the strap of my shirt and bra, sliding them down.
"Marco, what are you?—"
"You wanted to play, so let's play." He kissed my shoulder, and at first all I felt was a slight tingle. Then he continued kissing my skin, and when he got halfway between the end of my shoulder and my neck, he bit me and a moan ripped out of my throat.
He licked the area gently, soothing the pain, and if he didn't have such a firm grasp on my ass, my knees would have buckled from the pleasure.
I'd never felt anything like it. Didn't even know Icouldfeel like this.
He licked higher, then blew, drying his saliva on my skin, as if he longed to leave his brand on me, but once he got to my neck, he changed.
He kissed, licked, sucked, bit. Shifted from one to another, and all I could do was cling to him.
I buried my hand in his hair and tilted my head, giving him all the access he wanted.
