Page 44 of Claimed By Him

It was a Sunday morning, and I needed to rest after losing blood last night. If Fiona didn’t kick me out, I planned on staying right fucking here, naked with Fiona for as long as possible. This wound in my arm was like a blessing in disguise. I sat outside last night, dying to be in here with her, to be just like this, sleeping with her and fucking her and loving her. If I hadn’t gotten shot and needed some immediate care, I would never have had the chance to do this.

I just needed to convince her to stay here, in this bed with me, indefinitely.

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Fiona

Ilay on Tony’s chest and smiled up at him. This felt so good. I’d never been this comfortable with him or with anyone else, for that matter. I liked that he was here, in my secret apartment with me, asking about my paintings and my life choices. Although, no matter how badly I wanted to tell him everything, I stopped myself.

I wanted to tell him that I wished he would be the one to fly with me to Milan. That I wished he was the one I was engaged to. That no matter who else I might have sex with in the future, he would always be the best I’d ever had. That I couldn’t get enough of him, and I wished he wouldn’t leave.

But I didn’t say any of those things. I just stared back at him, trying to drag out these moments together as long as possible.

“You hungry?” I asked. I thought about maybe ordering something since I didn’t feel like going out to the shops at all. I didn’t want this little fantasy of ours to end yet, and I was scared that if I got up off this bed, Tony would do what he did twice before—tell me to stay away and immediately leave my life.

“Yes,” he answered calmly, running his fingers all over my body.

I smiled and reached for my phone on the nightstand. “What do you feel like eating?”

“You.”

He grabbed my hand before I could reach my phone and flipped me over onto my back. I laughed uncontrollably, and he stopped, looking down at me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that before,” he told me.

I felt myself blush. “I guess it doesn’t happen often.”

He leaned down and kissed my neck, planting kisses along my collar bone and between my boobs.

“What about this?” he asked, heading lower, crawling backward, and planting kisses on my stomach.

“What?” I had to admit, I was a little distracted. Extremely nervous, even.

“Have you ever had the devil’s kiss?”

“Um… what?” I wondered if I was so disoriented by his kisses that I heard him wrong.

He gave a sinister smile and asked more directly. “Have you ever been eaten out before?”

He tucked his arms under my thighs and lay on his stomach, leaning on his elbows as he waited for my answer.

“Ah, no…” I shook my head and bit my lip. Tony chuckled, licking his lips.

“You’re so much more innocent than you seem, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “A princess doesn’t get many chances to do things like this when she’s constantly being guarded.”

His eyes turned dark, and he lowered his head, making my heart rate pick up. “That was the idea, yeah.” He looked down and kissed the smoothly waxed skin of my love triangle, just above my increasingly excited clit.

“To keep you for myself,” he said, spending way too long just looking at my dewy pink pussy. If anything, he was making me more nervous.

“You’re very selfish.” I spoke slowly and softly, mostly concentrating on where his mouth would go next.

“Ahuh…” He nodded, then quickly blew air across my pussy lips. I jolted at the sensation, not having expected it. A smile crossed his lips, and he looked up at me as I came up on my elbows to look down at him.

“Like I said, this sweet cunt is mine, baby girl.”

I felt my cheeks light up in embarrassment, but Tony wasted no more time. He shifted to wrap his arms around my thighs, pulling them down and further apart.

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