Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,39

locked her in my steady stare, imposing my will. She would accept my claim, my mark. Her body already knew its master.

My touch returned to her hot pussy, petting her through the thin barrier of her lacy white panties. Her eyes rolled back on a low moan, but a sharp crack of my palm across her clit harnessed her full attention.

“Look at me.” The command was little more than a feral snarl, but her lovely eyes returned to mine. Her pupils were dilated, and her lips parted on little panting breaths. She settled and softened on a sigh, becoming warm and pliant. When my hand moved between her legs again, her thighs fell wide, offering her cunt to me.

Cruel pleasure twisted my lips in a triumphant grin. She shuddered at my merciless expression, but she didn’t break from my gaze. I traced the shape of her pussy through her panties, exploring her puffy lower lips before tracing a tight circle around her hard clit. She bucked beneath me, but I continued my teasing caress as I began to stroke my cock more firmly.

Pleasure gathered at the base of my spine, and I gritted my teeth to hold it back. Marisol hadn’t suffered enough yet. I needed to hear her begging for orgasm and sobbing for forgiveness. I needed to hear her swear that she’d never try to escape me again.

But I’d been craving her for too long, and the maddening torment of hunting her through the woods like prey had tapped out the final reserves of my control. White lights popped across my vision, and my pleasure ripped through me in a tidal wave. Acting on blind instinct, my thumb ground down against her clit, rubbing the tight nub in a demanding rhythm.

I wouldn’t be the only one to come undone. Marisol had no choice but to lose control with me.

My animal roar echoed through the trees, mingling with her blissful cry. Savage heat flooded my chest as I watched my seed lash her breasts, marking her soft curves as she writhed in her own helpless, ecstatic release.

Marked and punished, Marisol was mine.

Chapter 13

Raúl

The force of my release had ripped through me hard enough to rob all the strength from my body. I collapsed into the dirt, shifting just in time to prevent my weight from dropping on Marisol’s slight form.

After torturous weeks of denying my desire for her, watching my cum lash her golden skin had sent me reeling. My heart thundered against my ribcage, and I gasped for breath as though recovering from a sprint.

Although I’d finally sated myself, I couldn’t stop touching her. My fingers traced the line of her sternum, catching drops of my seed to paint a warm line from her breasts to her navel.

The sight of her chest rising and falling in the aftermath of her own explosive orgasm filled me with a warm glow. A ghost of my triumphant grin twisted my lips, and I circled her navel, enjoying the way her belly quivered and danced beneath my fingers.

Her pretty dress was thoroughly destroyed, the bodice ripped all the way down to her abdomen. The fabric formed a frayed V shape that covered the feminine swell of soft flesh just above her panty line. That was the only part of her delicious body that remained covered; the hem of the dress was bunched up, leaving me a peek at the soaked white underwear I’d purchased for her. I hadn’t even touched her clit directly, and she’d exploded on an ecstatic scream.

I petted her cunt, relishing the small shudders that rolled through her as I stoked little aftershocks of pleasure.

I wasn’t sure how long I indulged myself in stroking her thoroughly ravaged body, loving her exquisite softness beneath my rough hands.

Eventually, the lustful fog started to clear, and I realized she was still bound by my belt.

Even when I shifted to free her from the tie, she remained dazed. I brushed my thumbs over the thick red rings around her wrists, drawing another delectable shiver from her.

Without thinking, I lifted them to my lips and kissed the marks. They would fade in a few hours, but I’d make sure to freshen them again before long. Marisol might hate me, but she’d opened her body to me, and there was no going back.

The last of my pleasant haze evaporated at the memory of her hatred. Despite the harsh twist of my lips and my grinding teeth, I continued to handle her carefully as I lifted