Page 9 of Blood from the Marrow (Lilith’s Legacy #2)
But Elena didn’t bite. Instead, she gripped Zuri’s hips and pulled her back hard.
While Marisol watched, Elena kissed Zuri’s neck from behind.
Desire pulled and pulsed low in Marisol’s belly like Elena’s hands were cupping her breasts.
Like her fingers were skimming her abdomen before disappearing between her thighs.
“Fuck,” Marisol breathed when Zuri’s eyes slipped closed and she tossed her head back to rest it on Elena’s shoulder.
Gaze fixed on Marisol, Elena groaned when her fingers found Zuri’s clit. Marisol couldn’t maintain eye contact. Couldn’t look away from Elena’s painfully slow ministrations.
Marisol’s body was a mess of sensations.
Her fingertips tingled where she imagined touching Zuri.
Imagined feeling her hard and wet and searing hot.
Imagined the relief of Elena’s touch on her own body already aching with desire.
She wanted it all at once. Wanted to touch and be touched.
Wanted the anticipation and the satisfaction.
When Elena abruptly bent Zuri over, Marisol cursed again, but the sound was more of a growl than speech. Pulling one leg out from under Zuri, Marisol shifted to feel Zuri’s core flush against her own.
“Fuck,” Marisol moaned when Zuri started grinding against her.
Reaching between their bodies, Marisol held herself open for more. And Zuri didn’t deny her. Rubbing her hard clit all over Marisol’s pussy, Zuri collected the arousal waiting at Marisol’s entrance. Dipping into her but not nearly deep enough, she tilted up to find her clit.
The glancing contact was enough to send Marisol’s back arching off the bed.
Hand under her knee, Zuri pushed Marisol’s bent leg so far back it nearly touched the mattress.
Open to the max, Marisol felt Zuri everywhere.
Every time she slid her clit against hers, Marisol shuddered and begged for more.
And then Zuri crumpled forward, hands landing on either side of Marisol while she held herself up on all fours. Forcing her eyes open, Marisol looked up to see Elena’s face dressed in unstoppable craving. She imagined Elena guiding the strap, pressing it to Zuri, teasing her before going inside.
Zuri cursed, dropping her head and pausing her movements.
Grabbing Zuri’s ass with both hands, Marisol spread her open for Elena.
Elena, who looked like she was using every ounce of restraint she’d ever collected to ease slowly into Zuri.
The internal struggle Elena wore in her pained expression was the unbearable ache pounding in Marisol’s core.
The moment Zuri adjusted to the strap and started moving again, Marisol dug her blunt nails into her ass and urged her to grind hard and slow against her.
“You’re killing me, Bambi,” Zuri whispered when she lifted her head to look at her, brows furrowed and lips parted.
She loved when Zuri called her Bambi in moments like this. In moments where she’d caught her by surprise or shattered some notion Zuri had that she was so innocent.
Digging her nails in hard enough to leave bruises, Marisol tipped her hips as far as she could to feel as much of Zuri as possible. To feel her drip over her with each of Elena’s thrusts. To relish in the sensation of her writhing on top of her, rubbing against her clit with every rock of her hips.
“You feel so good,” Marisol moaned, sweat making their bodies glide against each other.
Running her hands up Zuri’s back, Marisol craned her neck to kiss her. Messy and unfocused, Zuri’s kiss told her just how good she felt. Every time Zuri bumped against Marisol’s clit, she was that much closer to an unexpected orgasm.
When Zuri’s body stiffened and she broke their kiss to look over her shoulder, Marisol stopped herself from unraveling too soon.
“You’re hitting it,” Zuri warned, voice raw and nearly breathless.
“I know,” Elena replied like a devil who’d struck the deal of a lifetime.
“The mess,” Zuri protested, but she hadn’t stopped rocking backward into Elena. There wasn’t even a hint of objection in her voice.
“Make a fucking mess,” Marisol demanded, a fist in Zuri’s hair pulling her back to meet her gaze. “I want you to come all over me.” Her voice was so rough and resolute, she surprised herself.
Eyes opening beyond their half-lidded state, Zuri bit her bottom lip before she grinned.
“Fuck, baby, you’re filthy.” She leaned in to hover over Marisol’s mouth, teasing her with a kiss she kept out of reach.
“Is that what you really want?” She tipped her hips up to give Elena better access while staying pressed to Marisol.
“You want her to fuck me so deep that I drip right into you?”
Marisol’s jaw dropped and her core throbbed and she’d never been happier to be outmatched in her life. When she tipped her head back and tried to stop herself from coming, she was hit with a lethal finishing move.
“Deeper and slower,” Zuri moaned her instruction to Elena before pressing her lips to Marisol’s mouth. “Kiss me while I come,” she commanded. “And don’t lose focus.”
All too eager to give Zuri everything she wanted, Marisol kissed her.
Matching the rhythm of Elena’s practiced thrusts, she kept her fist in Zuri’s hair and kissed her just as slowly and deeply.
Kissed her like that until Zuri clenched her jaw and then Marisol took Zuri’s bottom lip between hers and imagined it was her clit on her tongue.
“Are you sure?” Zuri moaned, holding herself back in a way that made it impossible for Marisol to breathe. Impossible for her to want less than all of her.
“Fuck, yes,” Marisol moaned before changing her tactic. Releasing Zuri’s hair, she wrapped her arms around her instead. In her softest, most pleading voice, she begged, “Please, baby. Please come for me.”
Forehead pressed to hers, Zuri stiffened before her lower body trembled. Before her thighs shook and her breath caught and Elena was encouraging her to keep going. To give them more. To give them every drop.
“Faster,” Zuri groaned. “And not so deep.”
The sound of Zuri’s voice coated in her impending orgasm pushed Marisol to her breaking point. Heart racing and clutching at Zuri, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but strain against her own skin, skin that was too hot and too tight and too constricting.
“Like that,” Zuri managed, her face dressed in the most beautifully pained expression Marisol had ever seen.
Marisol hadn’t known what to expect but when Zuri crumpled on top of her, unable to hold herself up, she realized her imagination could never top reality. A hot rush drenched Marisol a second before Zuri cried against the shell of her ear.
“Don’t stop,” Marisol begged, nails digging into Zuri’s back while she bucked her hips to grind against her. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
Racing toward the edge, Marisol focused all of her attention on where her clit met Zuri’s body. Where there was almost just enough friction. Where she only needed just a little more.
Despite her plea, Zuri rolled off of her and landed in a sweat-soaked heap at her side. Marisol’s mouth was so dry she tried to return the moisture to it so she could speak. But then Zuri’s fingers were on her sensitive nipples and her gaze was on a ravenous looking Elena.
“She said to make a mess, not leave one,” Zuri said to Elena, who dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed before Marisol’s brain caught up to her surroundings.
Long tongue out and black eyes fixed on Marisol, Elena licked every drop of Zuri off Marisol’s overheated body. When she finally circled her lips around Marisol and flicked her tongue over her clit, it only took seconds for her orgasm to grab her by the throat.
With Zuri’s whispers in her ear and their hands all over her, she couldn’t stop her greedy body’s reactions. The more they gave her, the more she took. Coming over and over until her vision turned to a myriad of spots and she couldn’t catch her breath.
When Elena finally relented, fangs dancing along her femoral artery, Marisol was trying to regain enough control to ask for her bite.
Before Marisol spoke, Elena looked up at her and asked, “Want to wear it?” She gestured to the strap cutting into her waist.
At the prospect of strapping it on, Marisol’s other desires fled. “Fuck yes,” she managed, when she nearly meant, I think I love you.