Page 37 of Hooves & HeartStrings

“Because I want you, Marley. I have since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“But you left,” she says so softly I almost didn’t hear.

“I did.” I sigh. “But I came back.”

“Why did you?”

“Because of you. I love you.”

A small whimper escapes her. “You do?”

“I do. And I know you love me too. I listened to your voice messages.” I inch closer to her, our faces only a breath apart.

“That was weeks ago. Things change.”

“No, they haven’t. At least not that fast,” I murmur, our breaths mingling together now. “I see the way you look at me. You want me. But you hate that you do.”

“No I don’t,” she says with no conviction behind it.

“Really?” I tease. “You mean that you wouldn’t be affected if I touched you right now?”

I can hear her swallow. “No.”

“How about we test it out, see who’s right?”

When she doesn’t say anything, I decide to risk it and test the boundaries. I move so that my body hovers over hers. She sucks in a gasp but doesn’t say a word. “I can smell you, Marley.” My words come out thick with need. “I can smell how turned on you are. You can’t hide your true feelings from a monster, baby.”

“Luci.” I think she meant to say my name as a protest, but it comes out more like a plea.

“Tell me no, Marley, and I’ll roll over and go to sleep.” Even though it would be so damn painful if she doesn’t want this, I won’t force her. “Because I’m desperate for you, baby. I want to taste you so fucking bad.”

“Do it.” Her words came out in a rush. “Fuck, please, do it.”

The growl that leaves me is anything but human. All the control I’ve had watching her, waiting for her, starts to crumble.

I move down the bed, positioning myself between her legs. “I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy, Marley,” I growl. “I’m going to make you scream my name as you fucking drown me in your release.”

“Holy shit,” she breathes out. “You got a dirty mouth, don’t you.”

“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I chuckle, grabbing her shorts and yanking them off her body. I have her knees bent and her legs spread in record time. “Lucius,” she whines as my mouth hovers over her drenched pussy. I want to bury my face in her, but I need her to ask for it first.

“Beg for me, baby. Beg for my tongue.”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Lucius, I need you.”

And that snaps any resolve I had left. With a growl, I lick up her pussy, a slow sensual stroke, making sure I get a good taste of her sweet cunt. She gasps loudly as she arches into my touch, her hands diving into my hair. As much as I’d love to spend hours tasting her, I have other things I want to do to her.

“Oh god,” she cries out when I suck her clit into my mouth. Bringing my hand up, I slip two fingers into her pussy and slowly pump them in and out as I suck and lick on her clit. I need my girl wet if she’s even going to have a chance to fit me inside her.

I take my time, slowly teasing her as I savor every moment. She squirms under me, trying to grind her pussy against my mouth, eager for more. I can tell she wants to cum, but not yet. She’s so damn wet, but I need just a little bit more.

Every time her walls start to quiver around my fingers, I remove them, making her cry out in frustration at not being able to find her release.

“Lucius, please,” she moans. “I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

“Is that all you want, Baby Girl?” I ask her. “To cum? Or do you want more.”

“More,” she breathes out. “So much more.”

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