Page 76 of Crowned In Blood
I shifted her in my arms, and she adjusted immediately, wrapping her arms and legs around me as I lowered her, then kissed her.
She didn't care that I was covered in her come. If anything, it only seemed to drive her wilder.
I walked to her desk and shoved everything off. Something crashed and broke, but I didn't care. I'd buy her a new one.
I laid her back, and she watched me undo each button of my shirt, tearing it off my body. She looked me up and down from my chest, to my stomach, then back up and over each arm.
I unbuckled my pants. "See something you like?"
Her eyes were glazed over with lust. "Your tattoos. I always wondered what they looked like," she breathed. Catalina traced from the wing of the phoenix at the base of my throat, down its body over my arm.
I shuddered at her touch. "Just my tattoos?"
Her lips tilted up at the edge, slowly, seductively, and my cock swelled. "No, all of you."
I held still as her fingers danced over my skin. Her touch was so light, as if she were in awe of me. She slid her fingers back up, over my chest, to the claw of my wolf tattoo. Then she gently brushed the back of her hand on my nipple.
Electricity shot to my dick.
I wanted to tease her, to hear more of what she'd imagined, to know if she fantasized about me in the same way I did about her. But each stroke of her fingers and nails, as she slowly scratched down my chest to my stomach, was a heavenly type of torture. And when she reached my pants and looked up at me with a shy, yet desperate expression, I was done.
I pulled my zipper down, kicked off my shoes, then shoved my pants and boxers off. When I stood up, her eyes zeroed in on my cock and went wide. Her jaw dropped open, and I smirked.
"Marco," she panted.
"Yes, Catalina?" I grabbed her by her ankles, pulled her to the edge of the desk, then spread her legs.
"I don't think that's going to fit."
I chuckled, angling my hips with hers. "It will. You were made to be mine."
I paused, scanning her face, wanting to make sure she wasn't scared or uncomfortable. My Catalina had been through so much already, and I didn't want to accidentally trigger a horrible memory for her by not paying attention.
There was something there, mixed with the same nervousness I'd seen when I first tried to kiss her. It wasn't just inexperience or timidity, but a question she wasn't sure if she should ask.
That wouldn't work for me. I wanted her to bare her soul to me.
I kissed her palm and her eyes softened. "I'm right here. Whatever you need or want. Your every desire. You can say it to me. It's not going to drive me away."
She licked her lips. "I-I've only..." She swallowed hard. "Should we use a condom?"
My eyebrows nearly shot off my head. Then a slow smile spread across my face. I took her hands and pinned them over her head. "Are you telling me no one has ever come in that sweet pussy of yours, Catalina?"
She bit her lip, then shook her head. "No, and today was my first time…" her gaze flickered down, then slowly back up to my eyes, "coming. I’ve never done that before. Only with you."
Fuck!
I squeezed the head of my cock hard. I'd need every inch of patience for this.
"After I fuck you, tell me the name of the man who touched you. If he's still alive, he won't be by the time I'm done with him."
She whimpered softly, squirming under me.
"I love how much my brutality turns you on." I stroked my dick between her slit, coating it in her wetness. Then I slowly slid the tip inside.
We both gasped. The feeling of her pussy was incredible. She was so hot and wet. Nothing could be better than this.Nothing.
I waited for her to relax, grow used to the intrusion. Then I moved deeper, so achingly slow, giving her inch by inch. She tried to pull her hips back, but I grabbed onto them, holding her in place, pushing in while listening to her whimpering moans.
