Page 28 of Morena
Then her mouth was on me, her lips pressing around my hard cock, pulling me down into her while I remained paralyzed in the air, something holding me still. My lungs seized, caught between begging for air or surrendering it to her. Her tongue moved, stroking left and right across my sensitive skin, making me moan for more.
Her hands cupped my balls, firm as she sucked harder, burying me deeper into her throat. Her fingers tightened, sliding up and down as my muscles twitched, my spine bowing like it might break. I couldn’t bear it, I was already on the edge.
Release tore through me, as if she was drinking my soul with her hunger. I came choking, upside down in the dark, vision flashing with bursts of light, while she kept me in her mouth, swallowing every drop until I was left trembling.
My eyes snapped open, gasping between ragged moans. She stood below me now, tilting her face upward, her eyes gone white.
“How does it feel,” she asked, “to be caught between death and life? To crave the pleasures of the living, when the one you want is already dead?”
“This isn’t what I want,” I answered, my eyes flicked to her lips. “Nor is it what you want.”
“Then tell me, what do you want?” she pressed.
“I want the hurt to end. I want the dark. But you…” I leaned closer, my mouth nearly brushing hers. “You want to feel alive. And when I fuck you, it makes you feel alive.”
I laughed.
She screamed, high-pitched voice slicing my ears. “You mean whenIfuckyou?“ she hissed, dropping me to the floor.
I groaned, clutching my crotch where the mattress hadn’t softened my fall. “Keep telling yourself that, Morena,” I muttered with a broken laugh.
“Did you call me because you were lonely? Or because you wanted to be destroyed?”
“If you want death,” she whispered, stalking closer, claws digging into my chest beside my heart, “I can make it happen,1idiota.”
“Do it,” I challenged. “Kill me.”
Her face hovered so close I could feel the chill radiating off her skin. She laughed softly. “That would be too easy,ojos tristes.What I want is more. I want your mind. Your soul. I want to be the only thought you carry day and night, the only need, the only hunger.”
She dragged her tongue across my cheek, claws scoring lines into my skin, then pressed her lips to mine. Pulling back, she smeared her bloodied fingers against my mouth. I tasted metal, her blood, and mine, and I knew I was already hers.
I took her hips, pulled her into me, and spun her around, pressing her to the wall as if she were made of flesh and blood.
“You are the one who is being possessed, Morena. You are the one who can’t leave me in peace because I can’t leave your mind and your soul,” I chuckled. “If you have one.” I raised aneyebrow. “The only reason I am not dead yet is because I am the only one who can make you feel alive.”
“You are so wrong,” she whispered, a moan against my ear.
2“Pruébame lo contrario,” I growled, my palm slamming the wall to steady myself.
She leaned into me, her hips moving, then she laughed softly and low.
3“En otro momento,” she said, and left.
A heavy thud came from downstairs. This time, I didn’t go for the window. Two voices I knew filled the house, so I slipped down the hallway and froze at the end, listening.
Paco and Carlos.
Paco was furious. He shoved Carlos against the wall. “Are you fucking4loco?”
“Did I hit a nerve,5hermano?“ Carlos said, letting the word hang while Paco’s hand clamped his elbow.
“One is taking my son to Italy, raising him as your own. But another thing is to grab thatpendejoand make him take care of our mother,“ Paco spat.
“Like you would do it better,” Carlos snapped.
6“Somos la familia, Carlos. ¿Entiendes? Familia.” Paco pushed him again. “Familia.”
“We have not been family since 1984, and you know it,” Carlos said, then shoved past Paco and walked out of the house.
