hisper was low, some were begging, some laughing deviously. One sobbed in a language that I couldn't understand. And I felt it deep in my bones. And there etched faintly, freshly:"Na'

o go."Because you're not afraid of being destroyed. You're afraid you will enjoy it." He added. He gave me a hard kiss, wicked. He traced his hands to my throat, this time not to choke me, but to hold, claim and own. He lifted me up onto the altar with tense, spreading my thighs wide with a silent command that made me ache."You want answers?" he asked. His fingers trailing fire between my legs."Yes" I gasped"Then earn them." He said as he knee before me looking straight into mi eyes as a meal ready to be devoured.He made a sacrament of my sin. That wasn't love, it was war. His mouth was relentless. His tongue stroked and circled around my temple, teasing me to the edge, then stopping just as I whimpered. Over and over he went, not letting me fall. Not letting me fly."Beg" he growled between strokes."No" I panted in rebellious spirit."Then I will make you" he said laughing against my skin.It was as if what I said made him more harsh but sweet this time. He slides his fingers inside me, thrusting deeper and deeper again and crooked until I started shaking. His thumb circled my clit. His lips marked the inside of my thigh. Ohhhh.... my hand gripped his hair without realizing, like it was the only anchor I had left in this erotic storm."Please..." I struggled to whisper. But I wanted more, more of him.His eyes were burning when he looked up at me. "That's the sound I crave"When I finally came out loud, wet and ruined, he didn't stop. Marcel fucked me hard, hard, and hard. Until I was screaming his name in ecstasy with pleasure and tastsed the truth.At this point, Marcel could own me completely. And I would thank him