Page 64 of Crowned In Blood
It felt so good. So good to be touched, lavished. To feel such delicious pleasure.
Each moan made him bolder. His bites grew harder, as did the way he sucked my skin. Then he kneaded my ass.
He licked my neck, then smacked my ass, gripping it hard. I gasped at the dual sensation. He caressed my ass, then did it again, alternating between pain and pleasure.
Picking me up, he pinned me against the door. He slid his thigh in between my legs, pulled my hips, made me drag myself along it.
"Marco…" I whimpered.
He growled, dragging my hips more untilIwas rolling them myself. I leaned my head back against the glass door, my eyes closed, moans filling the room. Every time I said his name, he groaned as if he was reaching the same state of nirvana I was.
He cupped my face, his eyes dark, predatory,hungry.Filled with the most beautiful desire. And it was all for me. His gaze went to my lips, and I knew he wanted to kiss me and Iwantedhim to.
I'd never been kissed. That was the one thing I'd kept for me, the one thing I wanted to give someone I cared for, and I wanted to give that to him. But my inexperience made me worry, and he must have seen that fear in my eyes because he stopped immediately.
"N-no?—"
"Shh," he stroked my cheek, "I want to make it clear that I'm not sorry for this. Kissing your skin, feeling your body against mine. Bringing you pleasure is a dream come true. But I shouldn't have rushed you."
"Y-you didn't, I just—" I tried to take a deep breath but I couldn't. I was so scared he'd be disappointed in me, that he wouldn't want me if there was something I was simply not good at or didn't know. And I didn't know how to admit that to himorif I even could.
"It's okay." He grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes to his. "Hey, it's okay. I told you, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He slipped his knee from between my thighs and held me, but I felt terrible and stupid for breaking apart a moment that I was so desperate for.
I clung to him and with each soft stroke of his hand against my spine, I started to settle.
"Can you tell me what happened now?"
I nodded, but I was still too embarrassed to face him, so I whispered my truth into his ear, bracing myself for his judgment. Because I was a twenty-one-year-old woman who was more comfortable killing someone than being intimate because violence was all I'd ever known. "I… I've never been kissed before."
"You haven't?" There was shock and something that sounded almost like devilish glee in his tone.
"Yes. I don't know how to be intimate with someone, except to lie there. I don't know what to do. I… I'm sorry."
He stiffened. It was quick, gone so fast that if I didn't have my arms wrapped around him, I would have thought I'd imagined it.
He pulled back and took my face in his hands. "There's absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about. It actually makes me so happy to hear that."
"It does?"
"Yes. I told you, I want all your firsts. I wasn't joking when I said I'm a selfish and greedy bastard when it comes to you, Catalina. I'll take anything you offer me, and then I'll demand even more until everything you are ismine."
I shivered at how possessive he was. It was so dirty, so seductive, and I wanted him badly. But I knew whatever had almost happened between us was over, and that hurt.
He leaned down, cupping the back of my neck. "I want you to understand the only reason I'm not kissing you right now is because I want to do this right. I want to teach you how fantastic all of this can be between us. I want to know everything that you crave. Every desire and fantasy you've ever thought of and never told anyone, and I want to show you all of mine, too." He took a deep breath. "But if I touch you right now, that'll go out of the window. I'm barely holding onto my control. And you could make a saint give up his resolve and fall to the deepest levels of hell with a smile."
I beamed as a zip of pleasure went through me, knowing that he felt the same needy, crazed desperation for our next touch as I did. And while I was happy to at least know it would happen in the future, I couldn't fully mask my disappointment that it wouldn't happen now.
But as always, Marco saw me. He kissed my palm, and the tender gesture filled the space where I still felt less than.
We fixed our clothing, and as I smoothed my hair, he gently tucked it behind my ear.
Without meaning to, I blurted, "Would you like to go home with me?"
Flames flickered in his eyes, dancing there, like I was the oxygen he needed. Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His Adam's Apple bobbed, his neck corded, and he looked like he was fighting the hardest battle of his life.
"Marco?"
"Resolve of a saint, Catalina, resolve of a saint," he grumbled, and I realized the innuendo of my question.
