Page 131 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

“Flattering is the word I’d use.” She pushes forward, sliding her wet pussy over my stomach, and reaches my mouth, capturing it in a heated kiss where our tongues meet, tangling together, and we deepen the kiss before she ends it, giving me one last peck.

Her lips shift toward my neck, continuing to soothe my scars with her kisses and licks, flaring desire in me, spreading pleasure in my veins, only adding to my torture every time she wiggles her ass.

Her hair tickles my skin as she bites on my six-pack, grazing it with her teeth before tracing her tongue over the defined muscle, purring into them. “I love your body, Santiago. You remind me of a statue.” I hiss when her nails dig into my skin, for sure leaving marks, and she holds my gaze, her voice losing all playfulness for a second. “No one gets to touch you either.”

“My wife doesn't like to share.” I wince when her claws dig harder, almost breaking the skin. “All yours, querida.” I barely noticed women in the past, much less now, when I possess such beauty.

She resumes her journey over my body, kissing my navel’s puckered skin until she shifts on my lap, sliding her thighs to my legs, and her hair falls to the side as she cups my dick, her hot breath fanning the tip and driving me insane.

My hips jerk when she runs her tongue from base to tip, trailing the pulsing vein and breathing in my scent. She sucks on the head, her wet heat welcoming me as she opens her mouth wider, taking in my length, and I groan, a hot rush washing over me as I enjoy the heaven that is her.

She goes as deep as she can, licking over my sensitive skin, and her hand closes at the base, sliding up and down in rhythm with her mouth, bringing me so much pleasure I wonder if she’s real.

My entire body burns, all my attention concentrated on my dick that spills more precum into her, and she moans, the vibration making me hit the bed.

Fisting her hair, I adjust her head at the right angle, thrusting my hips up, pushing inside her throat farther. The wet heat surrounding me combined with her gentle strokes makes my balls clench, craving to fuck her mouth hard, finding relief in the paradise she’s offering.

Nothing in this life has felt like her, pure bliss where endless possibilities and heaven exist.

She drags her mouth up, letting go and breathing in deeply, her plump lips red, and she licks them, the wild look hinting to me she’s wet and in need.

And my woman suffering in need just won’t do.

Her squeals echo in the night when I grab her hips and flip her on the back, but they quickly change into loud moans when I push her thighs up and place my mouth on her drenched pussy, running my tongue over her sticky folds, enjoying her taste.

My teeth trap her clit, rolling my tongue around it, and her hips fly up, but my growl puts them right back on the bed. “Santiago, please, please,” she begs and grips my hair, gently rocking in time with my mouth when I trace her walls again, sucking on the flesh hard. Her whimpers only add to the frenzy surrounding us. “Please.” Sliding my tongue up and down, I finally stiffen it and push inside her. Her pussy instantly clamps around it, sucking it in and not wanting to let go.

Her juices slide down my chin while I feast on her, wanting to forever imprint her scent and taste on me, to bring her so much pleasure she won’t be able to think straight, and then I’ll do it all over again as long as it attaches her to me.

Seducing her will always be my greatest conquest.

“Santiago.” Her throaty moan tells me she’s close to losing it, and as much as I want her to come all over me so I can rub my face over her pussy, right now, I need to fuck her hard.

No.

Not fuck her.

This is what people, I think, call making love, whatever the fuck it means.

But when a woman fully submits to you, entrusting her life and faith to you… it cannot be called fucking.

Giving her pussy one last lick, I trail my mouth up, occasionally biting her skin until I reach her collarbone and settle between her spread thighs, her eyes glassy with desire so profound I long to memorize it in a picture. Maybe one of these days I will.

Her fingers lock on my neck, and she tugs me down, our mouths meeting, and I thrust inside her.

We both groan into the kiss when her pussy stretches around me, enveloping me whole, and sucks me so deep as if she doesn't want to let me go. Nothing can stop me in this moment.

Grabbing her thighs in my hands, sliding back slowly so she feels every glide, I thrust inside her again, shaking the bed around us, but we pay no attention to it, still engaging in a passionate kiss while thunder once again rumbles in the distance.

My movements change, and I push into her rougher, the wild need building around us, and she snatches her mouth away, gasping for breath while whimpering silently, begging to end this and give us what we both want.

Or rather what her body craves, because I want to prolong it for as long as possible, shifting my rhythm to a slower pace, each stroke sinking into her deeper. I latch onto her nipple, sucking it into my mouth while thrusting my hips back and forth, ignoring the pleasure spreading around me, concentrating only on her need.

She arches her back, her breathing labors, and her hands slide to my back, her nails raking my skin as she fists my hair and pulls my mouth away from her breast. She kisses me again, her pussy clenching tighter and tighter around me while the familiar sensations start down my spine. My palms tighten. I thrust harder, faster, pushing in and out over and over again until we both find release at the same time, our mouths feeding on one another while nature still continues to rage outside.

My Briseis.

Tonight, she truly became mine.

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