Page 25 of My Soul Is His

Marla’s hand in my hair sends chills down my spine as I lower to kiss her flesh, trailing my lips up her sensitive skin as I nip her. She arches off the bed against my strength and I grin before licking her wetness, circling her clit as I continue to tease her until her grip tightens.

Letting go of one of her thighs, I insert two fingers and suck on her clit until she clenches around me and fills the room with her delicious moans. I keep on licking and stroking , forcing her to come undone again.

When she pushes on my head and does her best to wiggle out of my grasp, I laugh before pulling away.

Standing, I stare into her lust-filled eyes as I peel off my shirt and unzip my jeans.

“You don’t need to prove it to me. I already know.”

“Did you want me to stop?” I question her as I stroke my hard cock. I tilt my head, eyebrow arched, awaiting a reply.

“Never.” She giggles and flips over to crawl away, but I grasp her ankle and yank her back to me, her pert ass mine for the taking. I straddle her in a flash.

Marla looks over her shoulder at me, and I slide into her tight wet cunt. It’s an element I’ve missed. Sex hasn’t been the same since we were fighting for our lives. It’s something that took a backseat, but as my eyes roll back, I relish the feeling.

Intimacy comes in so many forms, a touch or a stare. Taking care of people at their lowest, and celebrating their highs, has all led us to this moment. I hold her and pump into her. Marla moans as I take her and she tightens around my dick.

“Fuck, it’s so good.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, my dove,” I growl.

Leaning forward, I kneel one leg down and the other up, slamming into her deeper than ever.

I use one hand to grip her throat and stare into her eyes as her muscles tense and she shatters on my cock.

“So fucking perfect.”

I won’t last. As much as I want to cherish this moment, there are going to be many more times where I can take more time.

Gripping her, I slam into her, filling her with my cock until the tight wet heat becomes too much and I almost lose control. I release her, pull out, and grip her hair, curling it into a fist as I move her head to thrust into her mouth.

Marla swirls her tongue around my shaft, and I fill her throat with my come. Losing my grasp on her tresses, I stare at her as I catch my breath.

“Amazing,” I say. Stroking her locks, I trail my fingers to her face and rub my thumb over her swollen lips.

After we get dressed, we lay in bed with my arms embracing her. I’m home again. Nothing could keep me from my dove. I’ll always reach her.

“What does Karus Anima mean?” I ask.

“You failed to question anything? You just left?” Her chuckle rattles against my chest, and I tighten my hold on her.

“Sorta. They didn’t give me an opportunity.”

With a playful twist, Marla escapes my grasp, rolling onto her back, her bright eyes meeting mine.

“It means Precious Soul. They said we belonged here after so much effort there. It’s beautiful here, I haven’t found anything bad yet. I’ve met up with Jess and been able to see my grandparents.” Tears spill from her eyes, and I wipe them away.

“So this is forever? Eternally bound together?”

“I guess. We made it through hell on Earth in a societal sense, crossed through Cavum Terra and left a legacy with the way webuilt communities, and the final destination is here.” She tells me, stroking my face and smiling.

Lowering my head, I kiss her. No one could ever understand our journey, and in some ways I’m glad, but also wished I could have made it easier for her.

“Is our mental stuff gone?” I ask, wondering if time moves differently here too.

“Maybe. I haven’t felt anything since I’ve arrived. I’m sorry I failed, Sebastian. The day you sent me away, I didn’t know how to recover from it.”

Her gaze drifts, but I tap her chin to bring her back to me.

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