Page 78 of Isle of Pain

“Fuck yes.”

I swing her legs over my shoulders, and press gentle kisses on her calves, before my thrusts get deeper. “You.”Thrust. “Are.”Thrust. “Mine.”Thrust.

“Yes. Yes, I’m yours,” Marie chants as I fuck her into the mattress. “Fuck me harder, baby. You know I can take it,” she says as a reminder of who’s in charge.

I’m possessed, letting instincts rule me as I pound into her harder in long, deep strokes. Marie throws her head back, arching into me until she comes all over my cock, squeezing her inner walls around me. It’s heaven, and hell, because I don’t want this to end. But I wouldn’t be able to stop the orgasm coming at me like a fret train, even after years of discipline. She takes me with her, and I moan into her neck as I collapse on top of her and let go, jets of cum filling her like I promised.

“That’s it,” Marie murmurs into my ear as she glides her nails at my scalp and my swollen back. “Give it to me.”

When I come down from my high, I stay pressed against her chest, inside her until I feel myself soften. I kiss her perfect body from the column of her neck down to her tits, soft stomach and mound until I’m in between her thick thighs. The mix of our release sticks to her legs and I use two fingers to bring it back into her pussy, drawing a sudden gasp from her pretty mouth. I get my lips closer, addicted to the taste of us.

“No.” She stops me with her sharp tongue. “If you want this pussy, beg for it.”

A slow smile spread over my face. I’m delighted to have my vicious little Marie back. I hover over her, kissing every inch of her skin. “Please.”Kiss.“Miss Marie.”Kiss. “I’ve been—”Lick.“Such.”Kiss.“A good boy.” I suck on her neck the way she likes and she lets out a long moan. “Please,luna mia. Let me drown in your pussy while you taste like me.”

Licking her lips slowly, I dive in to give her all of me, our mouths moulding into the other like she was made for me. I tangle my hands in her hair, unable to resist gliding the soft strands through my fingers.

After what seems like seconds and hours all the same, like time itself warped to move around us, she sits up and I wait on my haunches. “Lay down, and let me ride your face, then.”

I position myself, my heart kicking against my chest like it wants to leave my body as she hovers over me. Fuck, this might be my new favourite view. Marie takes hold of the head board and her pussy descends on my mouth but it’s not enough. “Don’t hover,luna mia. Smother me with it.”

With force, I take hold of her thighs and bring her full body weight onto my face, my tongue connecting with her clit and making her sigh. It only takes a few passes of my tongue before she rides me in earnest. I can’t even move, holding myself for her to take her pleasure. My name and prayers fill the space around us, my hands roaming her legs and ass until I grow bold and pinch her nipples. Marie arches her back on top of me, forcing more of her body onto my face. I leave my tongue flat and stiff so it flicks up and down from entrance to clit. Over and over, she rolls her hips, until she comes on top of me, drenching my face with a mix of our cum.

My eyes never leave her face, contorted in ecstasy. She’s so beautiful when she lets go, when she trusts me.

She lifts off my body and collapses next to me, immediately seeking the comfort of my arms. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and kiss her again. This one is softer, a satiated kind of kiss that only happens when exhaustion settles into the bones. When she pulls away, she gives a little contented sigh and closes her eyes, nestling into the crook of my neck.

I check the clock on her nightstand. 9.30 pm. We have to leave soon if we want to make it on time for her curfew. I don’twant to give her bad habits when she’s at Nightingale for that very reason in the first place. I also don’t want to risk any setback or maybe punishment. I don’t think it would be the style of the Institution but Marie’s therapist trusted me to keep her on a rhythm. If she wants to come back to me and Ember as soon as possible, we have to shower and get going.

Fuck, Ember’s now about to officially become my daughter. The papers are waiting for me in the living room and once I sign and file them, she’ll be mine. I want her mother as mine, too, in the eyes of the law and full with my kids for years to come.

A soft snore disturbs my happy thoughts and I chuckle.

“Luna mia,” I call with no answer. “Luna mia, we have to go back to the Centre.”

With expletives I didn’t know her capable of, she sits up and stands on wobbly legs, heading towards the bathroom. I follow and pray I won’t want to fall to my knees to eat her out again. I fail.

43

NICO

ARCU DI SERA, TEMPU DI SPERA

“No, wait,” Marie says as she clasps her hand in mine.

Laying on the chair, eyes wide with fear, Marie’s gaze oscillate between me and the needle poised above her collarbone. I look over to the artist I flew here on Kalliste, all the way from West Hill because she’s the only one I trust enough to tattoo and pierce me, Mia, and gesture with a shake of my head to go and give us privacy. She doesn’t comment and tells us to call her when we’re ready.

The soft burgundy silk blouse she wears over her black jeans is open and loose over her shoulders, her creamy skin begging to be kissed in reassurance but as much as I want to worship her every chance I get, Mia is close by and Marie’s ragged breathing only belongs to my ears.

“Want to tell me what’s going through your mind,luna mia?”

“What if it hurts?” she asks, but it’s not the exact words that want to come out of her mouth. It’s been six months since she came back to me after her six weeks stay at The Nightingale and I’ve spent all that time observing her like a hawk so I’m alwaysattuned to her needs and most minute thoughts. Her hesitation has nothing to do with the tattoo itself but what today is.

I remain silent and let her say the words she really wants to voice. “What if I regret it?”

“Do you think you will regret putting a permanent marker on your skin of the person you loved most?” I ask with a slight tilt of my head.

“No,” she mutters, then takes a fortifying breath. “I didn’t think it would make me so emotional.”

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