Page 59 of For Love and Blood and Fury

Moaning into her mouth, Marisol begged for more. And Zuri gave more. Gave Marisol her long tongue and her soft lips and her fingers teasing her nipple until she was trembling and grinding so hard into Elena’s mouth that she was sure her fangs were going to shred her. She couldn’t care. Couldn’t worry about the aftermath when she was in the storm’s eye.

Before Marisol fell into the spiral she couldn’t keep fighting, Zuri’s hand was back in Elena’s hair and pulling her away from Marisol. Elena growled her displeasure, but Zuri didn’t hurry to stop kissing her. To push Marisol back to the edge with nothing but her lips on hers.

When she took that away too, Marisol had to stop herself from crying at the loss. Eyes flying open, she looked up at Zuri’s perfect face.

“Do you want to come, Bambi?” Zuri asked, voice husky and dripping with all the desire ravaging Marisol’s body.

“Yes,” she gasped, hoarse and panting.

“It’s rude to take without asking,” she teased, lips hovering over her again. Tormenting her.

“Please,” Marisol begged. “Please make me come.”

“Call me baby.” Zuri ran her tongue along Marisol’s bottom lip, making her tremble.

“Please, baby. Please let me come.”

Mouth back on her nipple, Zuri’s fingers found Marisol’s clit a second before Elena’s tongue returned. The combination of sensations—the steady focus of Zuri’s touch and the chaos of Elena’s tongue—was too much to resist. Jaw clenched and eyes shut so tight she couldn’t fathom ever seeing light again, Marisol’s entire body tensed.

Pulled so tight, Marisol was tension snapping. Hips flying off the bed and unable to breathe, Marisol came so hard that her first orgasm bled into the second one without reprieve.

Zuri’s lips were against the shell of her ear, her voice soft and encouraging her to keep going. Begging her not to stop and telling her that she looked so good coming on her fingers.

Throat raw, Marisol begged for mercy with her hand in Elena’s hair and her arm around Zuri’s waist. She pulled them on top of her, wanting to feel their combined weight on her, wanting to lose herself in their touch. Wanting their bodies to be indistinguishable.

“Kiss me,” Zuri groaned, forcing Marisol to open her eyes despite her entire body focusing on catching her breath, core still pounding.

The moment Zuri met Elena’s lips inches away from Marisol, she moaned. Craning her head to deepen the kiss, Zuri’s throat rumbled with an animalistic sound. She pulled back, running her tongue over Elena’s swollen lips before she looked at Marisol with half-lidded eyes. “You taste even better than I thought, Bambi.”

Pulling her down, Marisol kissed the traces of herself off Zuri’s lips. Kissed Elena off of her while aching for more. As soon as Elena leaned back to watch them, Marisol pushed Zuri backward and onto the bed.

Zuri was on her back, amused at Marisol’s attempt at dominance, but allowing it. Getting up to her knees, Marisol cupped Elena’s cheek and brought her up to her lips. She kissed Elena so hard and hungrily that Zuri cursed while she watched.

“What do you want now?” Elena asked against her lips, continuing Zuri’s game.

Brain still hazy and body buzzing, Marisol couldn’t overthink before she said, “I want to watch you.”

Elena grinned, a flash quickening Marisol’s exhausted pulse. “Come here.”

Following Elena’s direction, Marisol straddled Zuri’s hips, her back to Elena. Before she leaned forward, Elena wrapped her arm around her from behind and pulled her close to whisper, “Don’t stop kissing her. It drives her crazy.”

“No sharing intel,” Zuri snapped but her voice was too soft. Too heavy with lust. “Let Bambi learn for herself.”

Elena grinned before turning Marisol’s head back and kissing her. Kissing her much more slowly than she had before. Showing her how Zuri liked it, she was sure. Desire rushed through her again, even though she should be completely empty.

When Elena bent her over and Marisol landed against Zuri’s mouth, she kissed her how Elena had kissed her. Moaning, Zuri grabbed Marisol’s hips, grinding her against her body.

Thighs trembling, Marisol rocked against her like she wasn’t already so tender that it hurt. She’d give her anything she wanted. Her only regret is that she couldn’t watch exactly what Elena was doing to Zuri behind her.

Underneath her, Zuri’s rocking body told her that Elena’s fingers were inside of her. Kissing Zuri, she imagined how she’d feel tightening around her fingers. How incredible it was going to feel to make her come.

“Don’t stop,” Zuri demanded between kisses when Marisol was so focused on their kiss that she’d slowed her hips.

She wanted to ask Zuri to keep talking. To tell her everything she was feeling. To moan into her mouth. To tighten her grip on her waist and force her harder against her even though it hurt. But she couldn’t find the words, couldn’t imagine they would sound as sexy from her lips as they did from Elena’s.

Slick with sweat, Zuri’s body trembled, and Marisol had to resist the urge to stop kissing her. To sit up and touch her, too. But she wasn’t asking for that. Every swipe of Marisol’s tongue in her mouth was pushing her closer. She felt it in Zuri’s stiffening body.

“Don’t hit that spot,” Zuri warned when she ripped her mouth away from Marisol’s. “It’s a new mattress. And I didn’t put that cover on it,” she added, breathless and eyes closed.

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