Page 2 of Honor and Claim (A New Reign #2)

Chapter Two

Z

C osima’s sultry sweetness consumes me. It’s not surprising.

She has always had a way of consuming every part of me.

Of drawing me in, even when we were younger.

There is a pull to her that sets her apart from everyone else.

I think it might be slowly killing me. A bittersweet way to die.

Even now she’s in my dreams. She has been for years.

It’s the only time I can truly have her.

I deepen the kiss. Cosima's lips are softer than anything I have ever felt before. My tongue thrusts into her mouth, and she strokes hers against mine, matching my pace. That's my Cosima, giving as good as she gets. Her lips may be sweet, but her tongue is wicked.

With Cosima, you never know which side of her you might get. She’s unpredictable and hard to control. That shouldn't make her all the more alluring, but it does. Then again, I've never been good at staying away from things that should be off-limits.

“You smell so damn good.” I kiss down her jaw to her ear. “I need to taste you, sweetness.”

“Yes,” she moans as I continue my journey down the column of her neck. My hands push up the nightgown I bought her years ago. What once was cute and adorable now fits her more snugly, showing off all her curves.

In my dreams, she’s always wearing it. The same as when she’s actually home to drive me insane.

It shows off way too much of her legs, my mind now always wondering what kind of panties she might have on.

It would only take a small lift to find out.

I have to fight myself not to do it when she’s roaming around the house in it.

But right now I can find out. In my fantasies and dreams I can do anything to her that I want, and fuck me, I have.

If her family knew the things I wanted from Cosima, they’d skin me alive.

What makes it worse is that they are like family to me, and I know this is the only way I can ever have her.

These are stolen moments when I can find rare sleep.

I lift up on one arm, wanting to see her.

The computer screens are the only light in the room.

Cosima shifts, pulling it the rest of the way off, leaving her in only a pair of panties.

My eyes roam over her body. My hand strokes up the side to her breast before cupping it in my hand.

My thumb feathers across her nipple, making it harden more. Perfection. Every damn inch of her is.

“Z.” Cosima’s hand lifts to cup the side of my face. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not. Not until I’ve tasted you. Felt you come around my cock.”

Cosima sucks in a breath, nodding. I don’t need her approval. Not in my dreams. I can take and let that darkness consume us both.

I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her back lifting to press her tit farther into my mouth. I latch on, my hand going for the other. Her tits spill between my fingers.

Cosima has always been on the curvy side, filling out over the last few years.

That’s when I knew how badly I wanted her.

My thoughts of her went to a darker place.

One I didn’t know existed inside of me until she brought it to light.

A side of me that I’m finding isn’t all that sane or rational. Not when it comes to her, anyway.

My mouth moves farther down her body, licking and sucking. I press kisses to her stomach, an ache hitting me in the chest. In my last dream, she was pregnant. How can I have a sense of loss over a baby that was never real? But it’s there, deep in my chest.

I can still keep fantasizing about it. Even now, my goal is to put my baby inside of her. Then maybe in my next dream, the bump will come back.

“Z,” Cosima whispers my name when my fingers slip into the top of her panties. I pull them down her legs, tossing them away. I drop back onto my knees between her spread thighs.

Cosima’s blond hair is spread out across my pillow, her lips parted and swollen from our kisses.

My eyes linger down farther to her tits and hips.

They land between her spread thighs. The folds of her sex glisten, her tiny clit poking out between them, begging for attention. She is the embodiment of a woman.

Fuck me, I hope I remember every second of this. I want to play this over and over again in my mind.

She shifts, about to cover herself. I grab both her wrists, stopping her. “Don’t fight me,” I order. “Not on this.” Cosima and I are always arguing about something. It both drives me crazy and turns me on, but then again, everything the little brat does gets me hard. “Understood?”

She licks her lips. “Yes, sir.” My cock jerks at her response. A smirk plays at her lips, and she bites her bottom lip to hide it. There’s my little brat.

“Good girl.” Yes, my thoughts have grown dark with her. I don’t want to only have sex with Cosima. I want to own her, fucking her how and when I want. Her giving herself to me fully.

“Good girls get rewards,” she says playfully. That tongue of hers coming out to wet her bottom lip makes me want to fuck her mouth, but not more than I want to bury my face between her lush, soft thighs.

“You get what I give you. Understood?”

She nods her head quickly, spreading her legs more. It’s too tempting to resist. I bury my face between her thighs, keeping my hold on both of her wrists.

I thrust my tongue between the folds of her pussy, greedily lapping at her clit.

Cosima's sweetness explodes into my mouth, making me groan. Needing more, I trail my tongue down to her opening and push inside of her. I’m greedy for every drop of her.

Another deep groan rips from me. I need to be deeper.

I slip my hands under her ass to lift her partly off the bed so that I can do just that, thrusting my tongue in and out of her the same way I’ll do with my cock. Cosima’s hips jerk, sexy moans pouring from her. Her pussy flutters around my tongue.

“Please.” Her sweet pleas have my tongue returning to her clit. I suck it into my mouth, giving soft pulls as I continue to lap firmly back and forth until she’s crying out my name. Her thighs tense up as her release coats my face.

I drink every drop, thrusting and rutting my hips into the mattress. I come right along with her, my balls drawing up tight before I explode. I won't stop. I'm too hungry for her.

I lick and suck, feasting on her like the starved beast that I am, ready to pounce and devour all of her. Savoring every single second. When she comes for me again, her legs shaking, I am finally satisfied. I crawl up her body, coming down over her so that her body is covered with mine.

Cosima’s eyes flutter open, and my chest grows tight with emotion that I always battle when it comes to my love for her. I have been a part of the Marino family for most of my life. They are my family, and so is she, but with her, it’s not the same.

She is the kind of family to me that a wife would be. That’s her place in my mind. I might be able to resist that physically, but mentally it feels like a losing battle. One that I have long stopped fighting.

I claim her mouth, settling in between her thighs. My cock slides through her slick folds, finding her opening. I push the head inside of her. She might be slick, but it’s still a bit of a fight to get inside.

Cosima kisses me back, her hands going to my shoulders as I slowly sink inside of her. She whimpers against my mouth as I fill her inch by inch. Her pussy is strangling my cock with how damn tight she is, but her body takes me. As I knew it would. It knows it belongs to me and only me.

Cosima might be tiny compared to me, but her body is built for me. It has to be. It’s utter perfection, more than I could ever imagine. My complete fantasy. It’s as though it was plucked from my mind, or I suppose it was crafted all around her. Either way, it’s mine.

When her hips start to shift, I know I have to move. I’m trying to keep from coming again already. I want to savor this, but her tiny body moving under mine is making it too hard to hold back. I pull out, pushing back in.

We both moan, breaking the kiss. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I thrust back out and in. Over and over I move, keeping us connected. The pleasure is almost too much to comprehend. My fantasies have never felt this real before.

“I need you to come.”

“I can’t.” She shakes her head back and forth, her hips rising to meet mine. I shift, pinning her beneath me, needing her under my control. “It’s too much, oh God.” Her nails dig in deeper.

“Fuck that, sweetness. You’ll give it to me.” I slide my hand between us, my fingers going to her clit, demanding that she obey me.

“It’s too much.”

“It’s never enough.” A small gasp leaves her, her body doing as I command.

Cosima’s pussy clenches around my cock, coming for me once more. I growl, thrusting into her as deep as I can, digging my knees into the mattress.

I come, releasing inside of her. The orgasm is so hard black spots form in my eyes before I collapse on top of her, shaken to my core. My heart pounds as I bury my face into her neck, breathing her in, wishing I could live in this moment forever.

But I know better than anyone that in a matter of seconds your whole world can change, taking everything you love right along with it.