M A R C O
Six weeks later...
MY EYES BORE into her lavender orbs as I thrust into her. Her back arches, her nails clawing down my back.
I have a hellcat on my hands, wild and violent in bed. I told her I'd indulge her tonight, worship her.
Angel is a vengeful Goddess though, biting and scratching and clawing and choking.
No words, she doesn't use those. Physical cues tell me how, where, when she wants it.
Stooping down to her level, I kiss her languidly, softly at first only quickening my pace when she bites my lip so hard the taste of metallic floods my mouth.
Soon it's replaced with her sweetness, as she licks at the wound she inflicted. Beautiful chaos ensues when I got her g spot, grip tightening in my hair, pulling hard, sending my head back with a moan.
She clenches around me
