He moved to the other soft breast, treating it with the same starving devotion. He used his tongue, swirling it around the sensitive nipple, before clamping down with his teeth…. not enough to draw blood, but enough to mark her. Enough to claim her as his possession.
The woman gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her back arching as she thrust her chest further into his mouth, offering herself up to him.
Meanwhile his hands continued kneading her ass cheeks, bruising the soft skin with the force of his grip, of course not without leaving behind red bruises.
Honestly, his mind was a haze of pleasure and power. The texture of her skin against his tongue, the sound of her ragged breathing, the way her body trembled under his attention…it was really intoxicating.
Even though his cock was raging across his loincloths, he didn't rush to the end, he wanted to savor this moment, he wanted to own every scent, every texture, every inch of her before he finally penetrated.
