FLYING | Sequel of FALLEN (NaNoWriMo 2022 WINNER)

37.

"How many times must you come again to be satisfied?" Marcel whines, but he loves it. The smile on his lips tell me so.

"I told you you were no match for me."

"Your whole body is still trembling."

"But I can still think straight."

"Am I the only thought in your head?"

"Yes."

"Then I've succeeded."

Marcel climbs on top of me. His tongue seductively traces my lips until I open my mouth and welcome him in. My legs widen under his weight and wrap themselves around him again. I truly cannot think about the many times he's made me come already. I try to think about it, but can't focus. I simply shiver from the memories, his touch, his worship of my body.

"You're insatiable."

"I can't get enough of you."

"It felt great to claim my possession in front of him."

"Are they still there?" I ask and check for myself. I don't see much from my point of view.

"No."

"Emma got soft when she saw you."

"Did she?" He grins, and dives back his lips on mine. He rocks his hips against my core and my head falls back, our mouths parting.

"Yes! Do it again."

"Not now. You haven't eaten all day. You should really eat something if you want the energy for another round."

"You take such good care of me."

"I try."

"I really do appreciate everything you do for me."

"I know."

"I'm really sorry for earlier. I really didn't mean to upset you. Next time you feel like it's all too much inside, come to me. Wonderstruck me, and we can let out all this burning rage together."

"I know I'm not easy to deal with."

"That's not what I'm saying at all. I love this violence raging inside of you. I just don't want it to poison you from within if you don't let it out properly. Emma loved it too."

"You've brought her twice in our conversation. Is there something you are trying to say to me?"

"I'm not saying anything except that you are sparking something inside her."

"That doesn't matter to me."

"Say that again." I ask him and arch my back in response to the hand he caresses down from my breast to my pelvis.

"She doesn't matter to me. Only you." He synchronises his last two words with his fingers sliding down my wetness to penetrate me.

"You remember our visit to the dungeon?" He nods, his face hovering over mine. His nose brushes the tip as he responds. "That silicone friend of yours... what if we had a friend that wasn't silicone... What would you say?"

"I'm saying you lost your fucking mind."

"Wasn't that the whole point of our little game right now?"

"I'm not letting anyone else touch you."

"I'm not suggesting that you simply give me over. We don't even know if they'd be into that. But I'm saying, that if they'd be down, I wouldn't mind being stretched wide by two glorious males."