Page 38 of The Love Language of the Cartel

“Demi.” I groaned into the kiss, a sound that made her shiver.

“Fuck you, Ozias.” She panted against my open mouth, but even as she said it, her body clung to mine, craving the friction, the connection, the undeniable truth that, for this moment, she was mine, and I was hers.

My lips left hers as quickly as our clothes vanished, including the ivory wedding dress that clung to her curves like another skin.

“Lay down and spread those fuckin’ legs,” I commanded.

The plush bed cushioned her back as my presence loomed over her. My heated gaze traced every inch of her exposed flesh before I snaked my tongue up her inner right thigh with deliberate slowness, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“Look at that pussy glistening. I know it’s oozing for papi, isn’t it?” I growled.

“Tease your nipples for me. Show me how you like it,” I demanded.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped back defiantly, but her traitorous hands betrayed her words. They crept to her full breasts, fingers tweaking those diamond-hard nipples.

I smirked as my hands traveled up her juicy thighs, pushing them apart with possessive ease. I savored each moment my mouth was on her body, licking, sucking, and drawing out each breath until it was my name she gasped.

“Ozias . . .” escaped from between her lips, a plea, a curse, a surrender.

She rolled her head, trying to escape the intensity of my gaze, but there was no hiding from me. When our eyes locked, there was triumph, victory even, because I knew I’d conquered her without uttering a single word.

Her delicate fingers were still playing roughly with her nipples, pinching harder, but she seemed to enjoy the bite of pain.

“Look at you, Demi,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “So ready to deny it, but here you are, panting under the command of my touch.”

“S-shut the fuck up, Ozias,” she managed to utter, though the heat of my breath against her skin had her stuttering.

Her hand drifted upward, tangled in her hair, then skimmed down the side of her slender neck. The touch was tentative but deliberate as she traced the outline of her collarbone. She was playing my game now, offering teasing glimpses as her hips rolled against my face, grinding against the relentless assault of my tongue. She was taking exactly what I wanted to give her, and for a moment, we both allowed ourselves to forget how much she hated me.

“You like that, don’t you?” I growled against her, my voice vibrating through her core.

“Shut up,” she muttered, caught between annoyance and the haze of pleasure.

Then, without warning, I bit down softly on her clit, and it was like a lightning strike of sensation that split her open. Pain blurred into exquisite pleasure, and she couldn’t hold back the groan that spilled from her lips, raw and ragged. Her body writhed uncontrollably underneath me, each wave of pleasure catapulting her further into blissful oblivion.

“Fuck, Ozias!” Demi cried out with intensity.

My response was a deep, guttural groan as I dug my hands under her, gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks. The sharp sting of it just fueled the fire burning inside us, mixing pleasure with pain until they were indistinguishable.

“Cum for me, Demi. Cum for your fuckin’ king,” I commanded, my breath hot and heavy against her throbbing flesh.

And she did. She came so fuckin’ hard, shattering into a million pieces as rolling bursts of pleasure racked her delicatemelanated body. Each one hit harder than the last, leaving her gasping, clinging to sanity by a thread while I devoured her with a hunger she’d never seen before.

After the relentless assault of pleasure, her breath hitched as she slowly started to come back to herself, the heat of climax still simmering under her skin. My lips pressed into hers, leaving a kiss that tasted like her. The sensual tang of her sweet pussy on my lips was intoxicating, almost addictive.

“God, you taste . . .” I started but ceased to finish my sentence.

“Stop talking,” Demi snapped, her voice hoarse but lacking conviction.

She pushed me back onto the bed with an urgency that mirrored the racing of my heart. She knelt before me, making me feel powerful and entirely in control. Her fingers curled around the hard length of my dick, exploring every inch as if she were learning a treasured secret. My shaft pulsed against her sensual touch, savoring the velvety feel of her fingertips. I shuddered a vulnerable tremor that raced through me from head to toe. Then, my hand covered hers, guiding her with a firmness that sent another jolt of desire coursing through my veins.

“Mmm, I like it like this,mi amor,” I murmured, my tone rough with desire.

She purred. “I bet you do.”

She ran her tongue along the tip just to tease me. Her hand followed my firm grip, and I smothered a moan when something deep inside of me twinged as I looked at my hand covering hers.

“I’m going to make you beg for this dick,mi amor.”

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