PURPLE HEART - Soliders Of Fortune [BOOK TWO]

Chapter THIRTY NINE

Maksimillian 'Max' Angeloff 

Satin, caramel skin glides beneath my fingertips as I sink back to my haunches, eager to press her legs apart, bearing all of her plush honeyed cunt to me.. A neatly trimmed triangle of soft brown curls leads down to where her glistening pink folds quiver to be kissed while Sunday squirms in anticipation.. 

The sight of her is something sweeter than anything I've ever seen..

She smells edible, all cinnamon and sugar as I lean down to lightly graze my lips across the silken flesh of her inner thigh.. “Te quiero comer a besos..” (I want to cover you in kisses) The vibrations of my coaxing taunt causes her leg to twitch..

Sunday purrs and props herself up onto her elbows to peer down at me over the perfectly bronzed hillscape of her heaving chest.. “Quiero que me hagas tuyo..” (I want you to make me yours) The sexy Spanish submission rolls delicately from her tongue as she lifts her hips, allowing me access to peel away her already dampened panties..

Leaning forward to taste her, I am inches from heaven's gate when an anxious squeak above demands pause.. Frigid fingers grip my hair, holding me painfully short of finding satisfaction.. “Wait!”

“What is it?” I draw back to admire the fierce rosy blush of self consciousness that warms her delicate doll-like features and the coy glow in her gilded sunset eyes.. In her face there is a beauty unparalleled by the angels themselves.. 

“I've never–” Sunny chews her bottom lip, searching to find the right words to explain herself before she gives up to mumble embarrassedly.. “I mean– nobody's ever actually done that before..”

It beggars belief how an oxygen-thief like Navarro ever possessed this rare jewel.. And Sunny is just that; a gem.. A diamond, forged under the most brutal of pressures, yet all the more beautiful for it..  To me, she is flawless.. So shiny and precious, made from something far tougher than me.. The very reason I can't open myself to even the possibility of hoping to earn her heart.. Maybe she is willing to risk the kind of volatile and vicious agony that love brings.. But I refuse to feel the ice cold cut of betrayal ever again.. Nor will I inflict it on another.. 

“If you want to stop–”

“No!” She gasps in disappointment, sitting up to brush the glossy cocoa curls from her face.. “It's not that–”

“Tell me..” I wait for her to gather her thoughts enough to articulate, watching as she avoids looking at me, opting instead to trace the tomcat tattooed on the back of my hand with her fingertip..

Her shy gaze flicks to meet with mine and she chews the inside of her cheek.. “It's just-- Javi used to say that a man should never submit to a woman that way–” 

I smirk at her, holding her thighs down as I kneel over her, her tiny naked body entirely at my mercy.. I am very much in control and more than confident in my capabilities.. “Does it seem like I'm submitting right now, Bunny?”