Page 68 of Mara
I didn’t want her just to give in.
I wanted her to feel it.
The tension between us had been building for months, maybe longer, but I’d been patient. I’d waited. Only taking from her in private moments, but now I wanted to show off my prize. Damn her to her desires and let all her little friends know what a filthy slut she was for me.
My filthy fucking slut.
My hands gripped her top, fingers digging into the soft fabric as I pulled her closer, my body pulled toward hers with a force that had the table beneath us creaking from the impact.
I didn’t care.
Nothing mattered except her. Her lips, her breath, the way she shuddered when I deepened the kiss.
Her body was tense for a moment, unsure, but that was part of the game. Part of the fun. I could feel her pulse beneath my fingertips, and it was like a drug. It pulled me in deeper, and I couldn’t resist it.
My lips were demanding, my tongue slipping past hers with a hunger that surprised even me. I hadn’t kissed her like this, not in all the times I took that sweet cunt as my own.
I want more.
I need more.
I’d been toying with her for months, pushing her, testing her limits, but now there was no room for hesitation—just another one of our games.
The kiss was rough, hot, full of urgency as I devoured her, wishing she could feel every inch of my need. Wishing we weren’t separated by this fucking table. My cock demanded her attention.
I felt her tense under me, her hands pushed against my chest. For a split second, I wonder.
Is she going to pull away?
Push me off?
A part of me braced for that rejection. But she didn’t. She didn’t shove me away. Instead, her fingers curled against the fabric of my shirt, like she was trying to hold on, like she was trying to find some balance between the pull of desire and the uncertainty that was still there.
I could feel her struggle. I could taste it in the way she hesitated to kiss me back, the way her lips didn’t quite match mine. But I wasn’t going to stop. I couldn’t.
My hands moved, sliding up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer, pressing her further into me. She gasped, the sound breaking the silence between us, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
She broke the kiss. Pushed away from the table and stood. Frozen.
Was she going to walk away from me?
I wouldn’t let that happen.
I would chase her until the end…
She would be mine, forever.
She moved, devouring the space between us until she was in front of me, on the table, legs parted, leaning in. I rose to meet her, caging her with my body as her mouth found mine again. She was as lost in this as I was.
I had her.
Her breath came in short bursts, quick and shallow as I kissed her deeper, harder, like I was trying to drown myself in her.
I wanted her to feel the chaos inside me, wanted her to know what it’s like to be caught in the storm that had been brewing in my chest for far too long.
I wanted her to see the side of me I kept hidden, the side of me that didn’t care about the consequences, that didn’t care who was watching or what was right.
The only thing I cared about right now was her.
