Page 45 of Blood Ties
"I...my back…"
He kisses my hip. "Every part of you is beautiful."
A small smile tugs at my lips and I slowly flip over to my stomach, sucking in a sharp breath.
Miguel's fingers trace each line and welt on my back, appreciating every flaw and rough surface of my skin. His lips electrify every part of my body the more they trace the scars, leaving sparks to dance along every surface. His kisses are gentle and loving the way they used to be. My body still responds the same, as if no time has passed.
"I have something that belongs to you." He reaches for something under the pillow. The cool metal of the gun makes my skin tingle as he runs it down my spine. "This should stay with you. I don't expect to have it come back to me again unless you're with it. Is that clear, Mi conejito?"
"Si, Papi. Please fuck me now."
"Not tonight."
"Why not?" I ask, coming off more needy than planned.
"Because right now, I'd much rather make love to you."
My heart swells in my chest and he moves the gun down my body, caressing the back of my legs and inner thighs. "So perfect, so mine." A low growl crawls up his throat and my cock twitches against the mattress.
He spits inside my hole, rubbing over my pucker before shoving a finger inside me. He slides in and out a few times and I grind my hips into the mattress when he adds a second finger.
A pillow gets shoved underneath me, lifting my ass higher, allowing his other hand to wrap around my cock. His fingers slide in out of me, working in sync with his other hand. I thrust my hips, fucking into his palm while he shoves his fingers deeper, curling them inside me. On the verge of erupting, my cock twitches and his hand lets go before I can reach my orgasm.
I whine in disappointment, missing the friction. He doesn't stop stimulating my prostate, hitting it repeatedly each time he slams back into me. I shudder, pushing back toward his hand. He teases my hard nubs, twisting and pinching with his otherfingers. His hand slides down my body, caressing every curve and crevice. It's all too much and not enough at the same time.
My hole clenches and my walls squeeze around the intrusion as warmth crawls up the front of my body. Once again he denies me my orgasm after pushing me too close to the edge. Ripples of pleasure travel through me from the over stimulation. It's both torturous and enthralling. He licks over my rim, slapping his hand against my upper thigh. I bite back a moan and my bottom lip trembles between my teeth. He spanks me again, his palm coming down on my ass cheek with a smack.
I grip the sheets, biting into the pillow letting the waves of endorphins send a rush to my head, fogging my brain. He laps over the stinging skin of my ass, and he bites hard into my flesh, teasing my body with his hands. The more he delays my release, the more desperate I am for it. When he finally shoves his cock inside me, my body tenses. The more he moves inside me, the more colorful the dark room is. Flashes of light cloud my vision as he continues pounding my ass, our skin slapping together.
"Come for me baby. Scream my name."
I come hard and his name spills from my lips repeatedly as I chase my orgasm. It's intense, mind blowing and has my body coming alive. Miguel comes inside me after a few more thrusts of his hips, groaning loudly and shaking on top of me. He falls to his side and pulls my body into his, wrapping me in a tight hold with our limbs tangled. "I hope you don't expect me to walk away now."
I rub my ass into his crotch, humming softly. "No, I expect you to fuck me in the morning."
The chance to wake up in Miguel's arms the next day is something Julia had always stolen from me. Even when dead she'd continued to keep us apart and I let her.
Not anymore.
Chapter 20
Miguel
I wake up from the morning light shining through the open door. The boat sways back and forth as I get out of bed, searching for Marcus. A surge of panic has my heart beating way too loudly. “Marcus?” No answer comes so I call him again, rushing up the steps to the top of the boat.
The lake is clear of other boats and any signs of people. The air is less chilly than last night. Marcus is sitting near the end of the boat staring out toward the water, gripping the rail.
"Morning, Mi conejito. I wasn't expecting you to be out of bed so early. Especially not as much as you kept me up."
He doesn't look at me and the only response I get is the blowing of the wind. "Marcus?"
I walk closer, placing my hand on his shoulder and his head falls back, blood pouring from a hole in the center of his temple. I jump, almost tripping over my own feet with my mouth agape in horror. "No. I made a promise to keep you safe."
I drop to my knees and blood pools around me, rising above my legs. I stare back at Marcus's limp body leaning over the seat. His eyes are wide and empty, no life anywhere in sight, but it doesn't stop his mouth from moving. "Come back to me, Miguel. Open your eyes."
My lids flutter open, and I'm drenched in sweat, back in bed with someone's fingers running through my hair. Marcus is staring down at me with worried eyes, stroking my cheek. His hair is a mess, face flushed, and lips bruised. He's never looked more beautiful. "Come back to me, mi amor. You're okay, I got you."
I reach for his face afraid he'd disappear the moment I touch him. He nudges his cheek into my palm, his lips shifting into a weary smile. He’s real, he has to be. I almost pinch myself to make sure I’m actually awake and not trapped in a dream still.
