Page 73 of Love and War

“I’m not joking, moya Printsessa, sit down.” Once again, I tapped my thigh.

Knowing her attitude, I expected her to maybe laugh, throw a fit, even ignore me again. Only she raised an eyebrow at me, and using the crutches she maneuvered herself to me. Placing them against the table, she plopped herself down.

“Good girl.” Snaking an arm around her middle, I kissed her shoulder blade.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Picking up my fork, I stabbed a piece, bringing it to her mouth. I let out a groan as she wrapped her lips around the folk, letting out her own moan.

Fuck, my cock began to thicken in my pants. I wanted that mouth wrapped around my dick, I wanted to watch as she sucked the life out of me. Snaking a hand into her pants, I plunged a finger into her tight channel. Thinking about it now, I shouldn’t have done that before she was done chewing.

Aziza coughed, her pussy tightening around my finger. Groaning, I bit down on her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Aziza growled, rocking her hips against my cock. “Please, Killian, please,” she begged me. And I was at her mercy. I would give her anything. Everything she wanted.

Removing my hand from her pants, I sucked on my middle finger. Her eyes widened at my actions. Gripping her thighs, I picked her up, our food left behind as I carried Aziza into our room. Laying her down, she didn’t speak as I carefully removed her clothing.

She took my breath away. With her pale skin, I could see the two moles underneath her right breast. The bruises across her stomach from the seatbelt were fading, barely there anymore. She’d always have those scars on her collarbone, that long one across her wrist.

My eyes moved to her stomach once more. Knowing she was pregnant with my baby was making me feral. I wanted to yell at her that I knew, that I knew she was carrying my baby.

“Killian…” she mumbled, breaking me from gazing at her body.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered. Right away she obeyed, spreading her legs for me. I watched her pussy lips spread, giving me that perfect view of her.

Kneeling, I blew air onto her core. I could see how wet she was, so I dove right in. Licking one swipe from her hole to clit.

“Oh my god, more please. Please,” Aziza begged, her hands coming to grip my hair.

With a low growl, I gripped her thighs as she dragged her nails into my scalp. But I couldn’t stop, she was my favorite meal. I needed her taste more than anything else. I would never tire of her.

Her back arched as I slid two fingers into her, curling them. I could feel her coming close, her orgasm creeping up. Only I wouldn’t let her cum this soon. She was going to learn her lesson. The many lessons she needed to learn.

Backing off, I pulled my fingers out, sitting up.

“What the hell?” she gasped, anger written all over her face.

“Tell me something,” I hummed. “No one’s touched what’s mine, right?” I already knew the answer, but I still needed to know.

“No, no one,” she rushed out. Her voice was higher pitched than normal.

“Good, because I’m taking this ass,” I said just before I lifted her ass up a few inches from the bed before I began licking her asshole. It was dirty, and wrong. I knew she hadn’t been into it before, but the way she was moaning and starting to lose herself told me she was lying.

“That’s right, let me hear you, moya Printsessa.” Plunging my tongue back into her warm wet pussy, I couldn’t get enough of her. I was like a starving man on death row.

She began to scream, thrashing around. Her pussy tightened around my tongue, locking my lips around her clit. I doubled my efforts, making her orgasm just about to break. She was right there, and I moved away again.

“KILLIAN!” she screamed. Glancing up, her eyes shone with tears. “Please, I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

Deciding she’d had enough, I stripped off my clothes before I crawled next to her. Pulling her against me, I kissed her jaw. My hands roaming over her body, I rubbed her nipples in circles. Her breath hitched; she swung her good leg over my hips before pulling herself to straddle me. My cock lay hard against my stomach, in between her lips.

Picking her hips up, she grabbed my cock placing me at her entrance. Slowly lowering herself down, she paused, her hands placed on my chest. I couldn’t wait any longer, and I thrusted my hips up, shoving myself into her wetness.

I grabbed the back of her head, catching her gasp with my mouth. I kissed her just as hard as I picked up speed. Thrusting myself up into her, her hands shifting to either side of my head.

“Bring your tits to my mouth,” I pleaded, my hands resting on her hips to help support. She leaned up, my mouth caught around her left nipple. I sucked, hard.

“Do—don’t stop,” she begged.

I didn’t plan on it. I would never stop.

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