Page 11 of Legacy (The Sovereigns #2)

Angelo

A lmost everything I’ve told this beautiful woman has been a lie.

Except how I want her.

With her underneath me.

With my cock buried inside her.

I can tell her it all.

Who I am.

What I’ve done.

How she cracks me open.

How she flays me alive.

Her gasps, sighs, moans… they’re heaven.

The way her body flushes every time my teeth graze her skin.

Gifts.

Blessings I’ve been given despite being a sinner.

The sheets are damp with heat. Her scent clings to them. To me.

The mattress dips beneath our weight, groaning slightly under the rhythm.

Her fingers trail my jaw lightly as I thrust into her.

She really has to stop touching my face.

It undoes me. It’s like her soul is freeing me. Granting me peace.

Peace I’ll never get, not unless I’m breathing her .

Kissing her.

Claiming her.

“Please,” she breathes out her nose brushing against mine, her nails scraping down my back.

“What do you need, Tesoro,” I whisper against her lips. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Choke me.”

The words freeze in the air between us.

I still.

She says it like a dare. Like she’s trying on a version of herself she’s never met before.

My body tightens. Not from surprise, I’ve heard those words before, but not from her. Not from Scarlet.

I didn’t expect it.

I watch her face. Not just the lust, but what’s beneath it. There’s heat, yes. Curiosity. Trust.

She doesn’t realize what she’s doing.

Or maybe she does.

Maybe she wants to lose control, just for a second. And she picked me to take it from her.

I lean in, press my forehead to hers, my voice rough and low.

“You sure, Tesoro?”

She nods, breath shaky.

Not enough.

“I need words.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want it.”

I slide my palm up, resting it gently against her throat. Not squeezing. Just letting her feel it.

Her breath catches.

“You ever done this before?” I ask, my thumb brushing under her jaw.

She shakes her head.

Of course not. I knew. But I wanted her to say it .

“I go slow,” I murmur thrusting in to her slowly. “I watch you. You give me everything I need to know. If I don’t like what I see, if you flinch, if you hesitate —it stops. Understand?”

She nods again, biting her lip.

“Scarlet,” I warn, a small growl in my throat. “I don’t play with obedience.”

“I understand,” she says, a little breathless. “I trust you.”

Fuck.

That does something to me.

My fingers tighten, just a little.

She gasps, hips lifting to meet me, and I feel it, she likes this.

She really likes this.

Her pussy clenches around my cock and I thrust harder.

Her hands drag down my back, nails biting, and she moans my name like it’s a confession.

I thrust again deep, hard and purposeful, my grip tightening as I feel her heartbeat against my palm.

She’s shaking under me. Not from fear. From need.

“You take it so well,” I praise, eyes locked on hers.

Her eyes flutter closed.

She feels safe, I can feel it under my hand, the way her pulse steadies, the way her pussy drips.

And she is safe beneath me, under my control, wrapped in the hands of a man who would burn the fucking world if anyone ever touched her like this again.

She’s mine.

“Open your eyes,” I rasp against her mouth.

She obeys.

“Look at me while I wreck you.”

I fuck her harder adding more pressure against her throat and she unravels .

Her pussy pulsing around my cock, clenching tight. It pulls me overboard with her, my hand loosens and she gasps.

I bury my face in to her neck and groan out her name as I come.

Fuck.

I’m gone.

Her body’s still trembling beneath me.

Her pussy fluttering around my cock like she’s still trying to pull me deeper, to take more.

Like she’s not finished.

Like she’ll never be finished.

I should pull out. I should fucking move.

But I stay there, buried to the hilt.

Feeling every aftershock ripple through her.

Her breath is ragged, her lips swollen, her chest rising fast under me.

My hand leaves her throat, slow, careful, and I watch the way her skin pinks where my fingers had been— the most fucking beautiful mark I’ve ever left on anyone.

I smooth my palm over the spot like I’m worshiping it. Like I just branded her. Because I did.

I kiss the column of her neck once, twice, tongue licking the sweat off her skin. Her body jerks a little, still oversensitive.

Good.

Legs are still wrapped around me, tight like a vice. Her nails are dug into my back, probably drawing blood, and fuck, I hope they are.

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her eyes are half-lidded, hair a mess, lips parted like she’s still catching up to what the fuck just happened.

“You liked that,” I murmur, my voice gravel against her ear. “Didn’t you, Tesoro?”

She nods.

I grin. “Say it.”

“I liked it,” she whispers .

I grab her jaw, not hard, but firm. “Say it how you said it when you begged for it.”

She shivers. Swallows.

“I liked when you choked me.”

My cock twitches inside her.

“You want more next time?” I growl. “Want to know what else I can do to you when you’re brave enough to ask for it?”

She whimpers, her hips rolling into mine like she’s already ready for round two.

And fuck, I could.

I could fuck her again right now.

Harder. Slower. On her knees. Hands tied. Her ass red with the shape of my palm.

Or with her throat marked again.

And then it hits me.

No condom.

I came inside her. Raw. Deep.

I never do that.

Ever.

My jaw clenches as I stare down at her flushed, gorgeous face, her body soft and pliant beneath me.

I should ask.

If she’s on anything. If I just fucked up.

But I don’t.

I don’t say a word.

Because I don’t care.

And that? That’s what rattles me.

It’s not a mistake—

And I don’t regret it.

Not even a little.

I want her to be mine.

I should stay inside her, give it a little time to work .

But instead, I slide out of her slowly, groaning at the feel of her pussy clinging, trying to keep me.

She whines. Sweet and breathless.

I push my cum back into her with two fingers.

There. Perfect.

She gasps, her body jolting.

“I’m not done with you,” I tell her. “Not even close.”

She’s staring at me now, wide-eyed, ruined, glowing like sin. And I want to drag her back under me just to see how many ways I can break her open again.

But instead, I press a kiss to her jaw.

Then her throat.

Then the center of her chest, where her heart is racing like mine.

She’s never going to leave my bed.

Because I’m going to make her mine so thoroughly, she won’t remember what it feels like to breathe without me.