Page 92 of A Taste Of Darkness

Sterlie was too precious to me. Too important to my heart. Too much of a part of my life—without her, I’d fucking die.

“Milo,” she whimpered and pulled on my hair. Her other hand covered mine on her breast, holding it. “Please…”

“I got you, cuore mio.” I pushed my tongue inside her, moaning at her taste.

I sucked on her clit, hearing her cry out my name again. Looking up for a second, I noticed how she was watching me but not through the mirror this time, and I couldn’t help but smile before returning to eating the most perfect pussy.

Pushing her legs further apart, I continued to fuck her with my tongue for a little while before adding my fingers. I wanted to worship her the way she deserved, ruin everyone else for her.

I wanted her to feel me if she ever thought about fucking someone who wasn’t me, even if I wouldn’t let it get that far. I wanted her to remember who made her feel this good, who made her come like no one ever could.

I rubbed her clit and sucked it into my mouth, pumping my fingers in and out of her. She squirmed, screamed my name, tugged on my hair, and probably offered to sell me her soul about five times.

My balls were aching for release, dick so hard, it was almost painful. I was yearning to get back inside of her. I had to reach down and pinch my tip because there was no fucking way I was going to come without having been inside of her again.

When Sterlie’s body went rigid, legs shaking, her pussy clenching around my fingers as if her life depended on it, I lost no time.

I reached over to my nightstand, grabbed another condom, sat up, and quickly rolled it on. I laid Sterlie’s legs over my thighs, then slid the tip of my cock through her wet lips before positioning myself to her opening.

“Wait,” Sterlie said as I was already sinking inside her. I froze in an instant.

“What’s wrong?” I pulled out, a pinch of panic spreading through my system.

Did I do something wrong? Oh, God, did she want me to stop-stop? Did she say that before I entered?—

Sterlie sat up, cupping my face with her hands before she pressed her lips to mine. I melted into her, fears flooding away with every second she kissed me.

Her lips were like a secret haven, accessible only to me. She calmed my nerves without trying to. She made me feel things I didn’t know were possible.

While most of the people who knew me feared me, frowned at me, and wished me gone, Sterlie was smiling. She wasn’t afraid to touch me, wasn’t afraid to be near me. She wasn’t afraid that I’d taint her with my darkness and didn’t run off when she found out what baggage I brought.

God, how could I not love her?

“I just wanted to kiss you,” she told me, smiling. Sterlie traced her thumb underneath my bottom lip as if she was wiping something away.

My heart constricted. “You can kiss me for the rest of our lives.”

“Is that supposed to be a proposal?”

I shook my head. “Fuck no. You deserve something much better than this.”

Her eyes narrowed, a sheepish smile on her lips. “So you are thinking about proposing, eh?”

I’ve only been thinking about it since the first time I saw you.

Not wanting to reply, or not knowing what to reply rather, I crashed my lips down to hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. My hands squeezed her ass, my cock still ready to get back inside of her, and the sound that left her at this moment was music to my ears.

Her lips were so soft, so smooth, and I was suddenly overcome with gratitude for this amazing woman in my life. The best person to ever exist.

I wanted her so badly that it felt like I was going to die any fucking second if I didn’t have her right now, but I could be patient. Two orgasms were hardly my record, but if she wanted to stop here, I could stop.

Suddenly, Sterlie giggled, then pulled away and fell back onto the mattress.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, a little confused if I was being honest.

“I like that you taste like me,” she admitted, her cheeks flushed.

A smirk tugged on my lips. “Is that so?”

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