Page 38 of The Queen's Serpent

“Are you mine, Issy? Tell me who you belong to, baby.” I push the head of my cock between the seam of her asscheeks, as I use my harsh grip to spread them wide. My cock nudges her back hole, even as she tries to angle her body away from me, pushing against the rock and no doubt hurting herself. That’s the thing about my Issy, though; she enjoys a little pain with her pleasure, so I have no doubt it’s helping to arouse her further.

My tip pushes through the narrow ring of muscle even as she screams like an injured animal. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re so tight, baby, that’s it, keep gripping my cock, strangle me. Be agood slutand give me more.”

I push forward, breaching her hole and bottoming out inside of her. I try to give her the briefest of moments to adjust to my intrusion, but it’s short-lived as my balls tighten painfully, and the shiver of electricity warns me I’m so close to cumming again.Breathe, motherfucker, I remind myself, the tightness of her ass making me forget my own need for oxygen.

Her body thrashes underneath me as I fuck her ass in long strokes, my fingers digging into her hip and asscheek so roughly, that I know she’ll have bruises all over her tomorrow.Fuck, I can’t wait to see them decorate her skin.

I can’t hold on any longer; the need to explode inside of her is overwhelming my senses. My body strains, trying to get as close to her as possible, to pull her to me so every part of me touches a part of her. I slide my hand underneath her body, using it to cradle her away from the rock so I can deepen my angle, as my chest presses against her back. My face meets her neck and I inhale her delicious scent, my teeth biting down on the soft spot where her neck and shoulder meet.

“FUCK, baby! So fucking good. You’re perfect, my perfect slut.” The orgasm explodes over me as she clenches down hardon my dick, milking me of my cum and even trying to steal my damn soul. Her body continues to attempt to thrash in my hold, as ribbons of my cum paint the inside of her clenching ass.Fuck, so warm, so tight.

My body slumps against hers even as her small body trembles against mine. Her clenching ass squeezes me over and over again, causing some aftershocks to race up my length.Fuck, she will be the death of me.

My thighs are coated in her wetness as they press firmly against her, and with a groan, I lift my heavy body off of her petite frame, my cock objecting to being parted from one of its favorite places, even though it’s now spent. A grin splits across my face as I take in the perfect imprint of my teeth on the base of her neck.

She is indubitably going to lose her fucking mind, and try to maim me, when she gets a look at all the marks I have left on her body.It will still be worth it.I pull out of her tight ass with a groan, and a whimper escapes her lips. My cum slides out of her puckered hole, and I use my fingers to push it back inside.

Fuck, I should have filled her pussy with my cum, to make sure if she’s not already pregnant with my baby, she soon will me. Her body is still wired tight and filled with tension, letting me know she didn’t cum but is close. I slide my cum coated fingers inside of her pussy and fuck her hard and fast, rubbing against the spot inside of her that I know makes her see stars. “Good girl,baby. Cum for me.”

Her pussy immediately clenches down, and within seconds, her body is spasming and cumming. Her pussy floods, and her release gushes around my fingers, her internal muscles holding them hostage. “FUCK, FUCK, DIEGO!” She calls out, and it’s music to my ears.

Chapter twenty-one

Diego

“Love is giving someone the power to destroy you… but trusting them not to.”

Paulo Coelho

I pull my fingers away from her needy cunt, slipping them inside my mouth and licking off her taste.So fucking delicious. She always tastes like the finest nectar, and it’s even better when I can taste the combination of me and her together.She’s an addiction I can’t do without. Her whole body slumps against the rock, completely zapped of energy now that I have allowed her to reach her orgasm.

This right here is paradise; being with her, in her, around her, and consuming her, is what I dream of when I close my eyes. It’s better than winning the lottery or being at the top of the food chain. If I could stay alone with her forever, I would, and wouldn’t even miss the rest of humanity.

I pull away from her, taking my heavy weight entirely off of her, and pushing her hair back from her sweaty face to see her lips are parted, her eyes are closed, and she’s passed out. A chuckle leaves my lips before I can stop it; I blissed her the fuck out. That orgasm must have torn right through her.

My eyes trail every line of her face, neck, and body, that is still streaked with my enemy’s blood. My own marks on her skin add to the mess that she is. Fuck, she’s a beautiful disaster, one meant to destroy everything I know, and bring me to my knees. She is mine; she was made for me, and I will never let her go.How could I? It would mean the death of me. I can no longer live without her.

A nagging begins at the back of my mind that she is probably exhausted. Her time here has been anything but restful, between being in the hole for days and then going through days of painful withdrawal. Not to mention the trauma of helping me kill a man. I should have been gentler with her.Fuck, why am I such a fucking monster?

My hands shake as I loosen and remove the belt, releasing her strained arms, and rubbing her wrists and forearms to get the blood flowing again. A small moan slips from her lips, but her eyes remain shut and her body unmoving; she’s utterly spent. I slowly and carefully turn her body over in my arms, cradling her abused flesh from rubbing further against the rock.

Fuck, her upper thighs and lower stomach are scraped, from rubbing against the edge of the rock, tiny red dots of blood appear on their surface, and the rock below her is streaked with red. I fucking hurt her, again. Even though I know she enjoys the pain, a lump of self-loathing rises inside of me, at the way my depravity takes over when she is near. I can never seem to control myself when it comes to Issy, going from one extreme to the other, like fucking kidnapping her and hiding her in the damn Amazon jungle.

Jesus, what the fuck is happening to me? Who is this man that I am morphing into?I lean forward, allowing my lips to caress her soft skin and leave kisses along its surface, in an attempt to make it up to her.

I rise with her in my arms, cradling the diminutive bundle of perfection close to my chest. My nose rubs against the top of her head, inhaling her rich scent. Fuck, how can one small, fragile creature have become so important to me? How could this woman who comes from a completely different world, a world I loathe, become my everything?

Do I love her, or is this merely an infatuation, an obsession that knows no limits? I look at her beautiful face at rest, tracing all the small details, like the seven freckles on her nose, the small mole on the side of her right eye, and the dark, thick lashes that skim her high cheekbones. How one of her eyebrows has a small scar just at the very end of it, and how her upper lip is shaped like a perfect cupid’s bow.

She is perfection, and everything about her speaks to me and calls to the deepest part of me. Her name is written across my very jaded and weary soul. The one who has seen everything he has ever loved destroyed and taken from him. I can’t let that happen to her. I can’t lose her too.You may be the very thing that destroys her.

I know the truth, even as my heart hammers painfully against my chest. This is not just about infatuation or obsession. No, it goes past that. This dark-haired beauty, with all her issues, complexities, and even her snobbish privilege, has stolen my heart. I’m in love with Isabella Stratford, and have been from that first moment my eyes met hers back in Casbury, and she took my breath away.

Fate, opportunity, and circumstances brought us together, but my strong will and love for her will keep us from being parted. She thinks she wants to escape back to the world she came from. Wants to run from what we have because it scares her.

The truth is, she was never truly herself in that world. She was a shadow of what she could be. The dark, crushing weight of the Stratford title held her down, and made her believe she was not worthy of the name. Not equal to her sister or grandmother, just because she’s not a bloodthirsty bitch, like they are.

Nothing could be further from the truth. There has always been a dormant strength inside of Issy, one that called to me and begged me to help coax it out of her. To save her from herself and the feelings of inadequacies that haunt her. That is why I’m sodetermined to break her from the shackles she has surrounded herself with. Fracture the constraints she puts on herself, and the weakness that bleeds the life out of her. I want her to be strong, for me and for her. I want her to never doubt that she is a powerful entity. Her actions back at the compound, when she helped destroy one of my enemies who sought to end my life, prove it.

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