Page 81 of For Love and Blood and Fury

“Make me come,” Marisol demanded in something of a pant, voice strained far enough to be embarrassing if she could summon an ounce of shame. She needed to resolve her growing hunger so she could have her brain back.

Instead of targeting her assault like Marisol wanted, Elena pulled away while looking up at her. Perfect mouth curved into a smirk, she was about to say something obnoxious, Marisol was sure, but her beautiful face crumpled into furrowed pleasure instead.

Elena gasped, eyes closed and expression pained. Behind her, Zuri held Elena’s hips before easing into her again. Slow but deep, Zuri obviously knew exactly how to torment her. The sight was intoxicating, and all Marisol wanted was more.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight,” Zuri whispered before catching her own bottom lip between her teeth and thrusting again.

Fist tightening in Elena’s hair, Marisol brought her back to where she needed her. Distracted by Zuri’s swinging hips, Elena’s tongue lost focus while her arms around Marisol’s thighs trembled.

Impatience made the desire pulling low in her belly ignite. Holding Elena’s head in place, Marisol started grinding harder against her tongue. Then it was Zuri’s turn to curse. Too intent on getting what she needed so she could finally get down and take what she wanted, Marisol didn’t open her eyes.

But as Elena moaned into her, she imagined how incredible Zuri looked fucking her from behind. Imagined her getting more and more aroused by watching Marisol’s skin flush and her chest heave. By listening to Elena’s muffled sounds and Marisol’s ragged panting.

“Don’t move,” Marisol warned, the tension in her body building.

Her skin was so hot and lungs so constricted that she wasn’t sure whether she was going to have an orgasm or aneurism. Hoping for the best because she was too far gone to do anything else, Marisol arched her back.

Shoulders pressing into the wall and body trembling against Elena’s voracious mouth, Marisol managed a tiny, “I’m coming,” before she stopped breathing. Before a euphoric high took over every nerve singing in her body.

Gripping her waist hard with both hands, Elena held her steady. Held her until she started moving her lips again. Untilher tongue was circling her clit again. Until it was dipping inside Marisol to the rhythm of Elena’s groaning. Until she was coming again despite a body on the verge of breaking apart.

“I can’t,” Marisol cried when she tried to tug Elena’s head back, but she didn’t immediately comply.

Elena hesitated a fraction of a second before she released her painfully sensitive clit. When she pressed her head to Marisol’s pelvis, Marisol ran her fingers through her hair.

“Put me down,” she whispered, meeting Zuri’s gaze who’d stopped moving but stayed inside Elena.

“Sure you can stand on these?” Elena kissed the inside of her quivering thigh.

In a pulsing rush, she yearned for Elena to sink her fangs into her delicate skin. She wanted to be ravaged. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask for it.

“Yes,” she lied instead and tried to sound less out of breath.

Carefully, Elena freed one of her arms to hold her close while she let her slide down her body. When Marisol’s feet were back on the cold tile, Elena kissed her so gently, she wasn’t sure how to receive it. Arms around her and lips so soft over her mouth, her chin, her neck, Marisol learned just how destabilized she could get.

As she relished being pinned to the wall and enveloped in Elena’s touch, Zuri’s hand reached out to ease back the sweaty hair sticking to Marisol’s forehead.

With Elena’s body flush against hers and her lips grazing her collarbone, Marisol opened her eyes to find Zuri looking at her. Always scrutinizing. It was like she was trying to judge exactly what Marisol was feeling. Making sure she was okay.

A warmth she couldn’t blame on intense orgasms spread over Marisol’s chest. It took control of her body and made it impossible to look away from Zuri. To do anything other than lean in despite the near certainty of heartbreak.

And then Zuri’s hips were moving again and her hands were sliding down Elena’s sides. The moment she heard Elena’s breath hitch against her ear, Marisol forgot her unsteady legs and liquified arms.

Palm pressed to Elena’s throat, she pushed her back just enough to make room to move. “I do taste so good on you,” she whispered, kissing her as slowly as Zuri’s devastating thrusts. “But that’s not what I want,” she teased before running her tongue down Elena’s throat, biting her neck and imagining she could slice through her unmarred skin.

Bracing herself against the wall behind Marisol, Elena moaned her approval when she ventured down her chest. Taking one modestly-sized breast in her mouth, Marisol tried to pace herself. Impossible, she realized, with Elena’s excruciatingly sexy sounds and the knowledge of what Zuri was doing.

She wanted to tease her longer. Wanted to lavish her nipples with so much attention that she was begging for release. But she didn’t have Elena’s villainous patience.

Dropping to her knees while leaving scattered kisses over her torso, Marisol didn’t wait to spread Elena open and discover how aroused she was. There was no pretense. No hope of pretending she’d make her wait.

The moment Marisol ran her tongue from the base of Zuri’s strap buried deep inside of Elena up to her hard clit, Elena let out a guttural cry. It only took a few moments for Marisol to time the swipes of her tongue with Zuri’s slow, deep thrusts. When she switched to quick and shallow to tease Elena’s entrance, Marisol took Elena’s clit between her lips, head bobbing as fast as she could before flicking her tongue over the very tip.

It proved to be a lethal combination. Above her, Elena panted and cursed, her body stiffening and trembling while she tried to make the moment last. Despite the awkward angle and pull in her neck, Marisol didn’t relent.

Deciding Zuri was getting off too easily, Marisol shifted one hand to hold Elena open while the other drifted up the inside of Zuri’s thigh. At her touch, Zuri widened her stance, giving her the access she wanted.

Without slowing the pace that was driving Elena to the edge, Marisol slipped her fingers into the stretchy fabric of Zuri’s harness. Discovering that Zuri was dripping wet made her entire body ache to be touched again.

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