The Eccedentesiast

Chapter Fifty-five

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Chapter Fifty-five
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Emma woke up to a tickle. She scrunched up her nose and almost sneezed. She finally opened her eyes and pulled away but groaned when she realized she was nearly burying her face inside Emiliano's armpit. It was so early in the morning she thought nothing of it and ignored the fact that her nose made contact with the hair under his arms and laid her head back on his chest.

"Buenos días, mi amor."

"Fuck you." She slapped his chest when he startled her. "I thought you were still asleep." She sighed and laid her head back on him.

"It's two in the afternoon." He kissed the top of her messy head.

"What!?" She sprang up in bed, leaning against his chest as he sat up against the headboard.

"We went to sleep pretty late." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms as he kissed the naked skin of her shoulders.

"Don't," she whined. "You're going to make me hor--There I go." She groans and gives into his touch. "You're an animal, Emiliano."

"I'm your animal."

"At least I don't have to pick up your shit." She grins and turns her head over her shoulder to kiss his lips. "We're engaged." The fact never left her mind.

Last night, when he worshiped every single square inch of her body, it was like a secret—their love. Their love was too hard to understand and too powerful for anyone but them to experience.

"Hmm." He smirks and starts kissing down her neck. "I wonder how that happened."

"You fucked me into loving you." She rests her head on his shoulder.

"I fucked you into nothing," he rasped into her ear. He trailed a hand down to the middle of her thighs and cupped her sensitive heat.

"Ow!" She twitched when he entered a finger into her.

"How much does it hurt?" He kisses the back of her neck.

"It hurts so much." Her breathing accelerates. "I can't." She shook her head. "It hurts so much, Emiliano."

"It's okay." He gently withdrew his finger, making sure he didn't hurt her any further.

"I won't be able to walk today."

"Come on." He sighed and laid her back down to where her head hit the pillow. "It's okay, mi princesa." He kissed her forehead and threw the sheets over his head.

He slowly slid down the bed—to her, he looked like a shark.

"What are you doing?" She gasped when she felt something wet trail up from her knee to the inside of her thigh.

"I'm making sure you're satisfied."

"Just looking at you makes me cum, Emiliano, trust me." She grips the sheets.

He chuckled darkly. She knew his breath was hovering just above her lips when he let out a breathy, dark laugh. "Good to know."

"I can't believe you did all that last night and with an injured leg--What the fuck!" She took in a deep breath, feeling all the air being punched out of her lungs.

"All I did was lick this cute little thing." He again licks her clitoris. "Did that hurt?" He smirks.

"No," she gasped out. "It felt so good."

"Do you want more, mi princesa?"

"Yes, please." She squirms, hissing each time she did.