Page 93 of Entwined

“Thank fuck,” I whisper, mocking him, “Because I still need myEl Diabloin the bedroom.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he breathes, “I can’t wait to get you there.” Ignoring the server who comes forward with salads and a plate of oysters on ice, he rounds the table, spills a few drops of champagne down my collarbone and laps it up with his tongue before taking my mouth with his. He reluctantly pulls away from my lips. “Stop. Clear the table. We’re having dessert first tonight. Get lost. I’ll text when and if we want food.”

The waiter snaps his fingers and another server hurriedly scurries forward. They clear the table of everything but our champagne and the roses. Christos moves both then turns to me. He lifts me from the chair, unzips my gown and helps me step out of it. I gasp as he lifts me, laying me down on the table.

“You said I could be on top.”

“You can’t. Not here. We’d break the damn table.”

“Ah,” I gasp as he grips my legs, pulling my hips to the edge of the table where my core meets his waiting mouth.

“So, sweet,” he murmurs, peppering me with kisses over my underwear. His hot breath tickles my clit. I’m throbbing. I need him to fuck me good and deep. I can’t wait to feel his own piercing hit my G-spot.

He rips the lace apart; my head falls back as he feasts on me. My back comes up, arching off the table as he sucks my clit hard then rolls the piercing around using his tongue. “Please. I can’t wait. I need you now.”

He lifts his head. “I decide when. I’m your DOM,agápe.Have you already forgotten?” He inserts three fingers, curling them up as I continue to writhe on the table. “Fuck your beautiful.” His other hand reaches up to tug my nipple piercing. “I can’t wait either.” He toys with me for a few minutes more, before undoing his belt and taking himself out. He grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist. His thick tip in his hand, he rubs it through my folds then plunges inside me with one smooth thrust. We both cry out at our reunion. Our bodies sweaty, our hearts pound; our libido’s rejoice.

He moves deep and fast. My legs are hooked around his waist.

“You feel so good. I’ve missed you,” I pant.

“Fuck, this is better than I remember,” he replies, pumping harder. My head falls back against the table. Overhead a thousand stars shine down. I cry out, coming hard. He kept his promise. He took me to see the stars.

“I love you.” He groans, spilling hot seed deep inside me.

“I love you too, my dark star. Always shine for me.”

He takes my hand in his, placing a searing kiss on my palm. “Always.”

“Move in with me?”

“No. Stop asking,” I giggle as his hands roam over my body. I snuggle back against him, feeling safe and happy. I’ve never been happier. It’s been a month since the night at the observatory. I ended up staying with him for a few weeks until my ankle healed enough for me to walk on my own.

He practically carried me to class. It was endearing as much as embarrassing. He pouted when I went back to my flat.

I’m making him work for my love this time. I won’t be taking for granted even though so far it’s been perfect between us.

I close my eyes as he kisses down my spine as he pulls my hips back, entering me from behind. He knows I like it this way; especially in the morning. His thick cock hits my G-spot just right in this position, every thrust is a direct hit. He brings one hand around to slide through my soaked folds. “Fuck,” I hiss as he nudges my G-spot while twisting my dove piercing. It hurts. But I want more. I always do.

He chuckles against my back, “Move in with me and you could have this every morning.”

I can’t reply. I’m too lost in trying to come. It’s there… just out of reach. I moan, pushing my hips back to meet his strong thrusts. On and on, we fuck. I’m his mate and he’s mine. Our love is as wild as our sex.

It’s primitive and raw.

It’s perfect.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock,” he demands.

“Yes, Sir.” I come, convulsing all around him.

“Fuck. It turns me on when you call me that.” He slides out smacking my ass hard, then comes back home. We move fast, each of us trying to reach the peak. He stills. I feel him jerk, shudder and pulse inside me. Then he pulls out finishing on my ass.

He still loves coming on me. Marking his territory. He slaps my cum covered ass and grunts in satisfaction.

“Fine. I’ll move in.”

He stills. “Jessie?”

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