Page 69 of Marks of Rebellion
"Oh...oh...mmm," she quietly whimpers as her back arches and she pushes her chest more into my mouth.
I pay attention to each of her breasts then greedily devour her lips.
She grips my head tighter and comes, shaking hard, then slides her hands down my body and tugs me, encouraging me to roll on top of her.
As soon as I move, she pretzels her legs around my body and presses me closer to her.
My hard flesh slides into her wet heat, and I groan. She's heaven on earth. A fine wine that you want to savor and not drink but have to.
The temptation is too alluring.
The taste too distinctive.
The uniqueness too rare to pass over.
And when her eyes open with a heady concoction of lust and need, potent for me, it drives my insatiable desire for her deeper, beyond what I could ever imagine or begin to comprehend.
She's a woman but also a treasure. She’s meant to be honored and worshipped, and a possession only meant for one holder.
"You're mine, Flower," I murmur.
"Yes. Oh..."
I suck on the spot on her neck I discovered the previous night, and her song-like cries get louder.
Her fingernails dig into my ass muscles, and I thrust quicker as her walls ripple with spasms. "Hunter."
My name on her lips is like an adrenaline high. It boils in my blood, spilling into every inch of my veins.
"Say it again, Flower."
"H-H... Hunter," she breathes, and her flush deepens.
I hold her head in my hands. I may claim and devour her, but she has full ownership of me. "I'm yours."
"Mine." she breathes.
"Always, Flower."
The pursuit of pleasuring her beyond what any man ever has is like an immortal gift. And it's one I want to unwrap over and over and never fully open.
Her face scrunches, and her mouth forms an O so gorgeous, I take a snapshot in my mind, filing it away as one of my favorite visions.
My toes curl as my balls tighten. On her second high, I combust, pumping my seed so furiously in her. I collapse into her neck, exhausted from what she's done to me.
"Good morning," she murmurs.
"Good morning to you." I pick my head up and steal another loin-burning kiss.
"This is better than sneaking back on the air mattress."
"Yes, and the best part is I'm not done with you yet."
"No?" She arches an eyebrow and bites back a smile.
“Nope. I'm picking you up now, so fair warning." I rise and throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass while going into the bathroom.
She giggles, and I'm relieved I didn't frighten her. I set her down, turn on the shower, and consume her lips some more.
