Page 46 of All That Glitters

His mouth is between my thighs, on my core. I suck in a breath and tighten my grip on his hair as he licks me into submission. I close my eyes, my thighs shaking. “Fuck, Marcus!”

“Yes,” he hisses against me.“Give in to me.”

His hair is soft, twining around my fingers like bands of silk.

He licks me from my ass to my clit and latches his mouth over the sensitive bud again until I can barely breath. “You belong to me,” he says between nibbles. “No one else can touch you except for me. I own you.”

It’s a powerful thing to be claimed, owned, by a man like him. I’m not just his ward at this moment. I’m his woman. He knows exactly where to touch me to take the pleasure to its highest point. Every drag of his tongue, every expert stab into my pussy…

He grabs my leg and lifts it onto his shoulder, pressing his face to my core and devouring me. Hot, insistent.

Pleasure coils through me, and I lose myself to the feel of him. My hips lurch upward on their own accord as he eats me out, driving me toward orgasm, toward the rush of pleasure only he’s given me. No other man. He’s right, too. He owns me.

I don’t want to be free. I want to stay exactly where I am, pinned to the floor while he devastates me, wrecks me.

“You belong to me,” he repeats.

“Yes.” The word hisses out before he laps my entrance with his tongue.

“You belong to me, Empire. Say it. Say it out loud.”

It’s not about the scene, not anymore. I’m not sure it’s ever really been about the scene, not for us.

“It’s you, Marcus,” I murmur. My hips hitch again, and electricity jolts through my blood, dragging me closer to the edge. “It’s only you.”

I whimper at how good his mouth feels. I’m too far gone to even think about playing hard to get or continuing on with the scene.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

“You.”

“Again.”

Goosebumps erupt along my arms and legs at his demand. “You, Marcus. I belong to you.” No one else. There never has been, and I have a gut-wrenching suspicion there never will be.

He’s repeating it over and over, how no one else can touch me except for him. Hearing it sends me absolutely mindless, and he presses the tips of his index finger to me. When he strokes his fingers to the same tempo as his rhythm against my clit, I’m ready to do anything he asks.

Our argument is forgotten. The past is forgotten, if only for this brilliant and blinding moment.

I want his cock inside me.

I want to know what it feels like to have his cock fill me, to meet his thrusts as he pounds into me again and again. Here in this closet, in my bed, in his, it doesn’t matter.

The fire in my core burns hotter yet.

How will it feel to have him fill me? To watch him push into me and take me the way no one else has before? If this is the lesson of my life he threatened to teach me, then the lesson can continue for the rest of the night. Forever, really.

I know in my gut once we really start down this path. I’m not going to want to stop. I’ll crave his taste and the branding of him on my insides. I’m already halfway mad for him. I’ll want him the way an addict does with their drug of choice, and whatever it says about me, I don’t give a shit.

His fingers take up the most delicious rhythm, and I wonder if he’s going to work a third digit inside of me, or if it will be too much.

His name erupts from my lips just before I’m ready to give myself over to every wave of the climax. I repeat his name as anticipation slowly builds, and I shake and tremble around his fingers. Is it always this good? Or is it just because I want it this bad?

“Not yet,” he warns, breaking off suddenly enough to have me moaning in protest. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to come, like a good girl. If you really belong to me, Empire, then you’re going to play by my rules. Now, beg.”

“Beg you for what?” It’s hard to get the words out.

“Beg me to let you come. You’re pulsing against me, so hot and wet. But you’ve been very bad. You’ve been bratty and selfish and ungrateful, Empire. Beg me to come, and if you do it well enough, I’ll eat you out until this house fills with your screams.”

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