Page 116 of Mark of Love (Love Mark 3)

I was fully nude by the time he made his way back around to the front. His gaze paused on my breasts, then dropped to the shadow between my legs. “No,” he revised, “I know exactly where to begin. Lie down on your back and open your thighs for me.”

I shivered at the heated instruction, and my nipples pearled with desire. “As you wish,” it was my turn to repeat.

Sitting down first, I marveled at how warm the rock was under my bare bottom. Then I lay back slowly and spread my arms over the heat of the stone as I drew my knees up until the bottoms of my feet pressed against the rock too. And only then, did I spread my knees, opening them so wide they nearly pressed against the rock top on either side of me.

“Fuck…me,” Indigo whispered from the dark, his voice full of awe.

I smiled and turned my face in his direction. “Actually, it was me I was hoping you’d fuck.”

“Gladly.” He stepped from the shadows and appeared between my thighs. His throat worked as he swallowed, his gaze running over me from my long hair to my face and breasts, then down to my fully exposed pussy. “Damn,” he croaked, licking his lips. “Hang on, empress. I’m not going to go easy.”

Then he leaned down and drove his tongue inside me.

My back arched and fingers curled over the side of the rock, clinging desperately.

Indigo showed no mercy, gripping my thighs as he pushed his tongue in, then pulled out, thrusting again and again before licking his way up over my clit. My body wasn’t prepared for such a sudden onslaught or just as sudden change. I cried out, bucking my hips wildly.

He tightened his grip on me and held me down, forcing me to take his tongue again, spiking and licking where I least expected it. It flicked low, just below my opening, and then was pushing into me again. I never knew what he was going to do next, and the anticipation was too much to bear.

I came with a force that shattered logical thought to dust. One hand rose to grip my breast as heat swirled and consumed me. All I knew was this man, his tongue and hands, and the rioting current taking control of my body.

Then it quieted, and I was me again.

“Oh my God,” I panted. “Oh my God. That was—Oh my God.”

Indigo rose, both his eyes and lips gleaming in the moonlight. “Fucking amazing,” he finished for me. “That was fucking amazing. And it does taste better than hot strawberry and blueberry pie.”

It had been amazing. Except…

“I haven’t had my turn to see you come yet,” I reminded him. And that had been my whole purpose for this little trip into the woods too.

His eyes glittered with heated awareness as he stroked his hand over my knee and down the outside of my thigh. “You really want to see me come, empress?”

I nodded and bit my lip. “And I want it now.”

“How?” he pressed. “In your hand? Your mouth? Right here?” His fingers barely grazed my still wet and sensitized pussy, making me shiver. “Or do you want me to pleasure myself?” When he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it once, arousal ricocheted through me.

“Right here,” I told him, pressing my fingers against my mound. “Fuck me, Indigo.”

“Gladly.” He stood up from his knees and remained between my spread thighs with his feet on the ground as he continued holding the base of his dick with one hand. Leaning over me, he planted the other hand by my face and braced himself. “With my body, I thee give,” he whispered as he guided himself to my opening.

His blunt head pressed against my entrance and slipped in without restraint. But then he began to go deeper, rocking to work himself further inside me.

My eyes widened. This did not feel like either his finger or his tongue. The fit was tighter, his cock so much bigger, stretching muscle and tissue I didn’t even know I had until they were wrapped snugly around him, accommodating his massive girth with an almost brutal acceptance.

I shook my head blindly, not sure how I was possibly going to be able to take all of him, but he caught my hip, and his fingers stroked soothingly.

“Quilla,” he murmured, causing me to snap my attention to his face. “I feel your nerves, darling.”

Again, I shook my head, trying to deny it. “I’m not nervous.”

His lips twitched into one of those beautiful smiles of his. “Yes, you are. But just remember, I’d never do anything to hurt you. Right?”

“Right.” I gulped and nodded. That was right. This man would die for me. He had killed for me. He would never hurt me. Comforted by that notion, I stopped clamping my thighs in a death grip around his hips and I made them open for him again. I made myself relax and breathe.

The stretched muscles inside me loosened with each calming breath I exhaled. He shifted deeper, and a small burning tear followed. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for an onslaught of agony.

When none followed, I opened one eye.

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