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“I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s perfect, but I have something to show you too,” she says. She reaches for the top of her dress and slowly pulls it down until I see it. My name is tattooed on her chest. I can’t believe it. I never thought she’d do it.
“Fuck, Chula.” I grab her and pull her into my arms, kissing her like I’ve needed to for so long. My tongue dives into her mouth, and I savor every second of her taste on my tongue.
I walk her back until the back of her legs hit the couch, and she falls onto it. I finish stripping out of my clothes and stand in front of her naked. Her eyes roam my entire body from head to toe and back up again, taking me in.
“Stand up.” She stands up in front of me, and I reach for the dress, sliding it up and over her head. I move to her bra next, pulling it free before lowering my head and pressing a kiss to my name on her chest. Luna shudders from my touch, and I can’t get enough. I need more. I want more.
I move to her panties next and slip them down her legs until she’s bare in front of me.
“As much as I wanted to take you hard, I want you to ride my fucking face.” Luna shakes her head and bites her lip.
“I want it hard,” I smirk at her. I bet she does. And I want to give it to her too.
“Then you ride my face first,” I tell her. She nods her head, and I lead her to the bed and climb on, lying on my back. Luna climbs up on the bed and straddles my face just like I wanted her to. I reach up and grab her hips, lowering her down where I want her, and then I dive in. I lick her until her legs shake, and then I dipmy tongue inside of her. I fuck her with my tongue before I tease her clit and listen to her moan. It’s been too long since I’ve heard her like this.
She keeps moving, riding my face as I hold my tongue out and let her do what she wants to me. When I think she’s about to come, I pull back. Luna whines, but I don’t care. I scoot out from under her, force her to hold onto the headboard, bend her over, and slide inside her. I close my eyes because fuck it’s been so long since I’ve been inside her.
“Don’t let go, Chula,” I warn her. She moves her ass, trying to take me in deeper, and all I can do is chuckle. “You horny, Chula? You need me that bad?”
“I need you so bad, Marco. It’s been four years,” she whines. Then it all hits me at once. Has she not slept with anyone?
“Chula? Have you not been with anyone?” She turns her head to look over her shoulder at me and shakes her head.
“I didn’t want anyone else,” she says softly. My cock leaps inside her, and she moans once more before I grab her hips and start fucking her. Four years of pent-up energy. Four years of not having her. Four years of anger and need.
I take it all out on her pussy. I fuck her hard, just like she wanted. I thrust into her so hard she begins to scream my name so loud that half the hotel could probably hear her.
“Yeah, Chula. Just like that.” I tell her as I keep going. Each thrust causes flashbacks in my mind. I cock my head to the side, shaking it to get them to leave my mind as I fuck her harder and faster. Anger feels like it’s consuming me whole, and there’snothing I can do to stop it. Tears. Fucking no good tears burn the backs of my eyes as I thrust harder and plunge deeper.
“Marco!” She cries out my name as she comes for me. I buck into her a few more times before I lose control and come with her.
My balls ached from not being inside her, but now I feel deflated. I pull out of her, and she turns quickly to look at me, grabbing my face in her hands. She knows. She knows something was wrong, and she let me take it out on her body. I feel stupid. I feel ashamed, but when she lowers her lips to mine, I feel whole again.
“Whatever that was, I’m fine.”
“You shouldn’t be fine with it, Chula. I’m … I’m sorry.”
“Hey, don’t do that. Don’t say sorry.”
“But I am. I …”
“Marco, stop. I’m here. I’m here for you. I don’t know what happened in there, and I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it right now, but when you do, I’m here. I love you.” Her lips are back on mine, and everything else seems to fall into place.
Chapter 27
Luna
I took some time off work to be with Marco. I wanted him to get used to everything again, and being home with me. So far, I think he loves the apartment, but sleep doesn’t come so easy for us now. He has nightmares. Bad ones. To the point he wakes up and scares the shit out of me. We’ve talked to Damion about it, and he thinks Marco needs to talk to someone, but he won’t. Not even me, and that hurts.
Just like now. His eyes are wild as he looks anywhere but at me. He’s like a caged animal who has nowhere to turn.
“Marco, please. Look at me.”
“Do you know what I went through in there? For you?” he screams as my heart shatters. I already called Damion to come over because I couldn’t get a handle on him right now.
“You know what I did for you, Marco. We both lost something, a piece of ourselves.”
