Page 83 of Her Dark Salvation

“I’m not finished with you,” I told her, my voice a growl over our combined panting.

I stepped out of the tuxedo pants bunched around my ankles, still sheathed in the warmth of Anna’s perfect cunt, and backed us away from the window. She tightened her arms around my neck, legs around my waist, and rested her head against mine. Her silky hair brushed my arm, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled out to lay her on the bed, and my body rebelled, hardening again, straining to bury itself in her luscious heat.

Her hair splayed in a dark halo around her luminous face, lips swollen from my hungry kisses. Her robe had come undone, and I drank in the beauty of her full breasts, completely bared to me for the first time. The dark rose of her taut nipples begged for my mouth.

“You look like an angel,” I whispered, awed by the blessing laid out before me.

A sly smile claimed her lips. “Are you my devil?” Her chest and neck were already flushed from sex, but her playful taunt added redness to her cheeks. She reached for me.

I peeled off my undershirt and climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of the inviting swell of her hips. I stroked my cock back to its full length and hardness, and her pupils dilated watching me fuck my hand.

I squeezed one of her tits, pinching the nipple till she gasped and arched her back in a wordless plea for more. “Christ, I love your tits. I want to shove my cock between them and fuck them till I come all over your chest.”

She groaned, deep and rough, and squirmed atop the sheets. “Yes, Marco! Please!”

I laughed darkly. There’d be time for dirty fucking later. Right then I needed to take her slowly, enjoy each stroke after the frantic pounding I’d given her against the window.

Rock hard and dripping with need, I pushed her legs open with my knee, pressed my body against hers, and devoured her mouth. I propped myself up enough to feel the firm peaks of her nipples brush my chest. Our tongues danced, and she rocked her hips against my leg, sliding her wetness up and down my thigh.

She broke our kiss and tilted her head back and to the side, inviting me to feed. I wanted nothing more than to press my fangs into the warmth and resistance of her flesh; they ached to experience that pleasure. But it was a step too far, a line I wasn’t ready or willing to cross no matter how fierce the temptation.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me till she was on her knees astride my hips. The robe fell from her shoulders, and finally, we were both naked.

I pinched her nipples. She sighed contentedly, and her eyes fluttered closed. She arched into my touch and lifted the hair off her back in a move so sexy I thought I might come just from watching her. I slid my hands over her breasts and the curve of her tapered waist to the flare of her hips. My fingers dug into their soft swell in a punishing grip, holding her still as I struggled to maintain control.

She opened her eyes and rested her hands on my abs. “You want me on top?”

The huskiness in her voice made my cock twitch, and cum dripped from its tip onto my stomach. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting to see those tits for weeks. I want to watch them bounce while you ride my cock.”

Her laughter was deep and sensual. I dominated her pleasure, but she was enjoying her moment of control. And it was so fucking hot, I gave biting her a second thought.

She shifted her hips till she found me with the wet lips of her swollen cunt. She slid her folds up and down its length, releasing sighs of pleasure with each stroke. Then she smiled mischievously and took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and pinched them till she screamed my name.

I fucking lost it. I lifted her onto her knees, lined myself up with her entrance, and slammed her down.

She cried out. I wasn’t a small man, not by any means, and I was so engorged for a moment I thought I’d hurt her. But then she leaned forward, a wicked smile on her face, and rested her palms on my pecs. She rocked her hips up and down my length, her warm, wet cunt gripping me tight, the slow movements torture. I fought the urge to thrust my hips and force her to move; I sure as shit wasn’t about to interrupt the show.

She was using my cock like a fucking toy, moving to maximize her pleasure, dragging her clit through the hair at its base and working herself into a frenzy. Her body moved like a wave, full breasts swaying with every sultry motion, and each time she stroked her clit against me, she rode me harder and faster.

Her hair fell on either side of her flushed face, a gentle caress against my skin even as she dug her nails into my pecs. The contrast between pleasure and pain drove me wild. I squeezed my fingers into her fleshy hips, forcing her upright so I could fuck her in earnest, and she clawed her nails down my torso so deeply I knew she’d drawn blood.

I lifted her enough to slam her back down, forcing myself deep and setting the rhythm I needed. She didn’t hesitate; she knew what I wanted to see. She lifted her hair off her body, elbows out to the sides, and rode me, tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Fuck,” I growled. I wasn’t going to last long watching that display. I pressed her clit with two fingers and rubbed furiously. The walls of her cunt squeezed me so hard, the beginnings of my release formed deep in my balls. I pressed my fingers harder and tipped her over the edge.

Her body arched, her tight cunt clenching with each wave of her orgasm, making her cry out with high-pitched sighs.

Her pulsing muscles ripped the orgasm out of me, pulling sensation down my spine. My nuts constricted, and hot cum shot through my cock into her hungry warmth. I held her in place, emptying myself into her, coming so hard I saw stars.

My vision cleared, my cock softened, and Anna’s smiling face stared down at me. Christ, she was beautiful, flushed and happy from sex. And not just need-to-get-my-rocks-off sex. Life-changing sex. Real passion.

“Vieni qui,” I demanded and held my arms open.

She lifted herself off me, and our combined cum dripped onto my stomach and down her leg. She lay on her side next to me, head on my shoulder, thigh draped across my hips, and placed her hand over my heart. It added a warmth there I hadn’t felt in decades. I brushed the hair from her forehead and kissed her, letting my lips linger, and drank in the combined scent of roses and our passion.

She brushed her fingers across my chest and the tracks she’d left when she’d raked her nails down my torso. “That was remarkable,” she breathed.

I ran my fingers up and down her spine. “Remarkable, huh?”

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