Chapter 125 Loved by me.
CHAPTER 125
Loved by me.
SCARLETT – POINT OF VIEW
I look at him, desire swirling in my lower belly.
“Are we throwing away what we were building?” I ask as I slide down my thong.
His gaze fixes on my cunt, and hunger flashes in his eyes.
“We are temporarily halting it to sate ourselves.” He answers softly, watching as I unhook my bra.
“Temporarily halting it? Does that mean this is a one-time thing? A sneaky link? A quickie?” I grip the edge of the tub as I slowly submerge myself in the warm, foamy water.
He grins wickedly and reaches for my wrist.
“Temporary? Quickie? Sneaky link? You’re saying all the wrong words, baby.” He kisses my wrist, and I bite back a moan.
“What am I supposed to say?” I crawl towards him, unable to hold back my smile.
“Let’s cut to the chase,” he cups my cheeks, and needs pounds through me, “I am going to make you cum on my hands, then my mouth, then I’ll fuck you hard, and make love to you. Not in that order.”
My cheeks burn, and my nipple hardens deliciously.
As much as I want to give all the credit to Percy, this is long overdue. Percy’s arrival surely pushes him over the edge. I should be concerned that he is merely trying to claim me, but I do not care because I want to claim him too.
“I need to remind you who you belong to, so when you see that English prick, you’ll remember how it felt to have my cunt in you, how I held you down and drilled you hard, how only I can make you come, how it feels to be loved by me, how it feels to be utterly owned by me.” He rasps and kisses me hard, denying me the time to work through what he just said.
He slides his tongue deep in my mouth, and I turn to mush in his hands.
He slides his hand lower and wraps it around my neck, pressing hard enough for me to feel, but not hard enough to cut off my airflow.
He fucks my mouth with his tongue, then pulls away just to run his tongue over my neck. He wraps his hand around my hips firmly as he takes a nipple into his mouth, while fondling my other breast.
I throw my head back in reckless abandon, desire shooting through me, and need pounding through me. His mouth on my boob is heaven. He is intentional with every flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth. I want him to touch me between my legs, but he doesn’t. He stays above the waist, and I clench my legs together, trying to find comfort between my thighs, trying to press my clit together.
He notices and chuckles.
He taps my inner thigh hard, and I spread it wide for him.
I lean against the tub as he settles between my thighs. He runs his finger over my slit, and my heart skips a beat.
I close my eyes, leaning into the wonderful sensation, but he pulls away immediately, keeping me on edge.
“Eyes on me,” he orders, tone sharp with an edge.
My pulse throbs loudly. I’ve never seen him so jealous before, and I love it very much.
He presses down on my clit, and my legs tremble. I hold my breath as he slides his finger over my wetness. I am dripping and so needy. The water acts as a lubricant. He holds me firmly around the neck, and slowly sinks his finger in.
My mouth falls open as he adds another finger.
My toes curl as he slowly fingers me.
My eyes burn with tears as pleasure crashes into me.
I want to close my eyes. I want to cry. I might just dissolve into nothingness. He is firm, sure, and so sweet as he fingers me. My legs begin to tremble as the pleasure climbs high in me.
He curls his finger in me, reaching that spot, and my legs turn to jelly.
I gasp sharply and wrap my arm around him. He flicks my nipple and presses down on my clit hard. He shoves his finger deep, pushing me to the edge of oblivion, and I start to cry. I have missed this so much. I have missed him so much. I cannot live without him, but I don’t think I’ll be given the choice. Soon, I will be taken from him, and he will be a distant memory, a part of my life that was never mine to have. I will not survive losing him, but Emiliano might win.
“You are slipping away, Scarlett. Look at me.” He ends his words with a hard thrust and a firm pinch on my clit.
I am shoved over the edge, and I come hard.
My mouth falls open in shock as waves of orgasm crash into me.
I sink my teeth into his shoulder and grind my cunt hard on his hand as my orgasm jerks out of me. He holds me firm, letting me ride out my orgasm, then he tilts my hip, ready to fuck me into oblivion.
His hard tip nudges against my wet and sore cunt.
It has been so long, and I am desperate for him.
Emotions crash into me, and I want to ask him what he meant. Does he love me? Would he love me when he finds out what I am? Who am I? What have I had to do? Would he see that I was born into this world with no choice? Would he see that I have no hands in it? Would he love me still?
Unable to ask these questions because I won’t be able to bear the answers, I raise my hip, hold on to him firmly, and slowly sink.
Tears spill from my eyes as he slides into me, inch by inch. My body expands to take him. There are no gaps between us, because I was made for him.
All the love I have for him bursts out of me.