bone.
Nanshe was a goddess, and he would worship her. He continued his path down her body, across one of her legs, pausing only long enough to snake his tongue under the curve of her knee. Before continuing, he massaged her insole, kissed her heel, tongued the ball of her feet, and even kissed his way along her toes.
Carlo needed her to understand she was beautiful, that he would always be at her feet kneeling and grateful she belonged to him. He paid the same patient attention to her other foot and leg before his hot breath danced over her exposed pussy.
“This is mine,” he whispered a moment before he licked her from base to clit. He sucked on the exposed flesh, flicking it with his tongue, wringing a cry from her. He didn't stop, continuing his ministrations as she bucked against his mouth. He wanted her to come on his tongue. He wanted to taste her delicious nectar.
He pressed his tongue into her, weaving it back and forth like his body was going to soon do to her. When he got inside her, he’d fuck her in and out, making her back arch and her toes point. Beautiful. She was so beautiful and priceless. And his. He nipped her clit to make her scream. And then he pressed farther.
With his tongue inside of her, he nuzzled her clit with his nose, giving her two sensations. Nanshe moaned as he ate at her flesh. He stripped his shirt from his body and threw it to the side. He had shifted his fingers to claws and ripped at his pants, kicking them away with his shoes and socks.
He wanted nothing between them, wanted to be able to claim her and pull her in. Her body clenched, her leg shaking. As he sucked on her, he gripped her thighs with strong fingers to lift them up and out so he could gain better access. He even allowed his tongue to shift partially like it would in the wolf, becoming long and rougher, lapping her clit over and over until she screamed.
Yes, mate. That's it.
Carlo kissed his way up her body, bunching her breasts together so he could pull both nipples into his mouth at once.
“I will make you come for me again and again and again. I'll fuck you till you understand no past and no future could ever separate us. I will always be here. You'll always feel me inside you. Never again will you have to walk alone. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her eyes closed and her head thrashing from side to side.
“You are mine. You are a queen. If I am King of History, then you are actually more than a queen. Nanshe, you’re a goddess I will bow to always. I belong to you as much as you belong to me.”
He lifted above her, balancing between her legs, his cock hard and fierce between them. “Look at what you do to me, Nanshe. What no one else could ever do to me. Look at how hard you have me. Look at how your taste alone slays me. How could you ever think you’re not enough? How could you ever think anything different? None of this is your fault, but if you want to take the blame, all you have to do is accept your one fault.”
She opened her heavy, hooded eyes and gazed at him. “And what is that?”
“That you made me love you.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Carlo slammed into Nanshe after aligning his cock with her entrance. He wanted to make love to her, to be soft and gentle, but once her heat was wrapped around him, he lost all sense of decorum and was ravenous for her. He angled his hips, dragging his cock along the sensitive insides of her pussy.
She was magnificent, a priceless possession he would cherish forever.
“What did you say?” she whispered, her eyes damp with tears.
“You made me love you,” he replied, repeating his words. “I love you, Nanshe. I think I always have. And I know I always will.”
She screamed as he worked his hips against her.
“Once more, tell me,” he demanded. “Give me the words, what you've always felt. Let me be your anchor. Let me be your rock in the storm. You will never have to hide.”
Nanshe dug her nails deep into his shoulders. “I love you too. It has been so long since I have known and wanted to share it, but the times were never right.”
He kissed her, silencing her words.