Page 73 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

Whimpering, I shift on the bed, taking him in my mouth again, roaming my tongue over him. He tilts my head back, some control back in his gaze, as he asks, “Does your pussy feel needy, my wife?” His voice changes on the last word such possessiveness laces it. I still, feeling him pulse in my throat, and then groan, giving him my silent answer at how wet the insides of my thighs are.

Why does he always drive me so mad that I forget about any decency?

He palms my head, and I expect him to push himself deeper into me, ready for his assault, but instead he removes his cock from my mouth, leaving me empty everywhere. “No, no, no.” He doesn't listen to my pleas and instead sends me flying back onto the bed.

My hair splays all around me as I lie on my back and see Santiago kicking off his pants, displaying himself in all his naked glory, and dear God this man is magnificent.

He looms above me, placing his knees on the mattress, edging my legs apart. His palms glide over my thighs, growling at the stockings. Clearly, he is enjoying the view. I half expect him to roll them off, but he fists my panties, pulling them tight, and I arch my back when it rubs against my core, sending pleasure through my system, driving me insane and making me greedy for more. Only it doesn’t last for long, because he rips them away, throwing them over his shoulder.

He grabs the ice bucket I forgot all about, and my brows furrow in confusion once again.

He takes a few ice cubes out, placing them on my throat, collarbone, and stomach. I jerk at the cold contact, the sensation almost painful on my hot, taut skin.

I still, too mesmerized and curious at his actions to utter a single word. He puts the bucket back on the nightstand and picks up the bottle next, unscrewing it.

Swinging it up, he takes several greedy gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and then it follows the bucket as he smashes his mouth on mine, and I gasp, almost coughing when I realize its full of tequila.

The liquid burns my throat, traveling through me and warming me from head to toe, awakening everything in me as our tongues dance in a duel, the probing kiss sharing our combined taste and intensifying the fire.

I gulp for a long breath when he moves his mouth to my chin, my throat sore from the alcohol. My head is a bit dizzy. He catches the ice on my neck with his lips and licks around it before gliding it to my mouth. I welcome the cooling texture, sucking on it wildly as it slowly melts on my tongue, oddly swirling energy around me and only adding to the pleasure my body experiences.

Santiago settles between my legs, skimming his lips over my collarbone and trapping another ice cube between his teeth, dragging it toward my nipple and gliding it over the pointed peak, driving me insane with each swipe.

I whisper, “Santiago.” Twisting my fingers in his hair, I press him to my breast and moan loudly when the ice mixes with his hot mouth that’s creating a heady feeling, spreading waves of goose bumps and trembling through me. I jerk my hips up, seeking his hard-on, but his hands grip me, not letting me move a muscle. “Please.”

He flicks his tongue over my nipple then wraps his lips around it and sucks it hard, biting on the sensitive flesh and soothing any stings with yet another suck. Lavishing it with enough attention, he rolls his tongue one last time and moves to my other breast, pulling the ice cube with him and repeating his actions. The ice melts as he nibbles on my flesh, growling against it, the rumble going straight to my clit. I clamp my thighs around him, seeking some kind of friction to end the torture. His bare cock rubs over my core but barely gives it what it needs. “Please, Santiago.”

“Patience, mi amor. Patience.”

I tug on his hair harder, and he grunts against my stomach as he slides down the bed, his teeth grazing my skin as he leaves light kisses that I welcome. The ice he once again has in his mouth brings at least some kind of relief to the fire burning me from inside out.

His palms slide under my ass as he sucks on my inner thigh, marking it, and he moves to the other one, just above the stocking line. “We’ll have to buy you more. I suspect I’ll like fucking you hard in nothing but them.”

Sliding my hand down my stomach to my core, I open my lips, finally feeling his hot breath on it, and say, “You can start by fucking me with your tongue while I’m in them.”

“Greedy, greedy girl.” His grips my ass cheeks, lifting me to his mouth, and covers my pussy, plunging his tongue so deep I almost come right there.

Crying out, I hold on to him, arching my back as my head twists from side to side when he stabs inside me over and over again, indeed fucking me with his tongue and holding me so close his nose brushes over my clit, only adding to the sensations rocking my system. Like I’m a boat preparing for the storm that will crush me on the rocks, and nothing will ever be the same.

Heat scorches through me, pleasure blanketing every bone and molecule in my body as Santiago gives my flesh undivided attention. I clench around him, ready to grind on him until I reach my peak.

Slowly, he slips his tongue out, to my loud, painful groan. He sucks on my lips, one by one, licking them from bottom to top like he is drawing something on them. Then he catches my clit between his teeth and pulls it a little.

My hips jerk up. I plant my feet firmer into the bed, opening myself wider as he runs his tongue over my folds again, whirling between them, pushing into me, in and out, scooping my wetness. I moan with each lick and flick, craving the oblivion his touch promises me.

Heat surrounds me. Sweat covers my skin and soaks the sheets underneath me. He makes me so mad, so I pull at his hair, urging him on, yet the man doesn’t feel pain or listen to me.

No, he continues to show what an expert he is with his tongue, knowing when to nip, touch, and lick to make me ready to burst, only to leave me unfulfilled as he enjoys playing with my body.

He brings his hands back to my hips, holding me in place while he delivers one long lick over my flesh, occasionally sucking on my clit. Then finally his mouth moves across my stomach to my breast as he settles between my thighs once again, and I lock my legs around him.

His hand wraps around my throat, making it impossible to look anywhere but at him, as he whispers, “You’re mine, Briseis.” The tip of his cock glides over my folds, up and down. “Say it. You belong to me.”

Scrunching my eyes, I shake my head, not wanting to give him the power or let him have that admission.

This is my fantasy bubble; why does he want to burst it?

His fingers on me tighten, and he orders, “Dilo, mi esposa. I belong to you, Santiago.”

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