Page 102 of Nemesync
I grabbed her hips and slammed my body into hers through my pants, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric—fuck it felt good.
Dry-humping her naked flesh, bruising her sweet cunt, and seeing the pain melt into pleasure in her eyes.
And she moaned in my mouth as I slid my tongue between her parted lips.
The kiss was fire. I couldn’t breathe but I felt like I was overwhelmed with air. Our tongues danced together, exploring, intertwining, as if they were having a silent conversation while brushing and gliding against each other with passion.
A war of passion and salvation.
My deadly Zanae was ready for me to take her and fucking shatter her all over again.
She was so soft, wet and warm,divine.
“You’ll be my pretty Nemesis in front of everyone, but you’ll be my toy when we’re alone. I’ll disrespect you so hard, in bed, in the bathroom, everywhere I want. But you’re gonna love it. You know why?”
She breathed heavily so close to my mouth, filling my lungs with her air, shaking her head, and gazing at me with burning eyes, so fucking aroused.
I could feel her desire just looking at her, I could hear Eros calling my name in those amber pearls, begging me to brand my essence on her skin until she could never escape me.
“Because you belong to me. You always belonged to me. That cunt, that ass, those tits, that fucking smart brain you have, that fucking deadly attitude, those perfect lips, and those amber eyesI adore—every fucking thing screams for me to own it and ruin it for anyone else.”
I kissed her hard, my lips devouring hers. So fiercely, so obsessively, that I couldn’t even dissociate her existence from mine. I brushed her lips with my thumb, savoring her sweet taste and the overwhelming satisfaction of knowing she was mine and was waiting for me to break her.
“Because you, myLittle nightmare,are my property to fuck, to destroy, to cherish, to kill for and mostly to die for.”
She was a drug, the best kind, the ones that you want to take every time you stop.
“Fuck me, then. Mark me.”
Mark me,she pleaded.
I grabbed her neck and felt her pulse accelerating against my hand.
“So eager for this cock, aren’t you?”
She met my gaze with swollen lips, and those flushed cheeks. Her voice came out breathless and needy, “Eager for all of you.”
She cupped my head between her hands and crashed her lips against mine again, her hand traced my chest, while she rested her fingers on my lower stomach, “Make me yours Elijah.”
“You’re already mine, Zanae.”
Our two bodies interlaced in the most primitive way possible. It felt carnal and instinctive to have her like this, at my mercy.
That intimacy was killing me.
Shewas killing me.
I was on top of her, tracing the contours of her breasts and cupping them in my hands before mapping them with my mouth and tongue.
“I need to taste every fucking part of you.”
I sucked on one of her nipples, bit it, while my hand moved down as I pinched her clit. She whimpered and grabbed on the strands of my hair to push me further. My tongue found its wayback on her folds and I started studying her, analyzing what she liked, what movements she responded to, and when I felt her little hands pushing my head deeper on her I understood.
“Eli...Ommmmfff...”
She fucking called me Eli again; I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life than now.
I circled her clit with my tongue, sucking and devouring her.
