He moved to the other soft breast, treating it with the same starving devotion as the first one. He used his tongue, swirling it wetly around the sensitive nipple, feeling it pebble and harden against the rough surface of his tastebuds before he clamped down.
"Aaagh! Nnnn…"
The cry was torn from her throat as his teeth sank in…. not enough to draw blood, but enough to mark her. Enough to claim her as his possession.
The woman gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her back arching violently. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the strands tight as she thrust her chest further into his mouth, silently begging for more pain, more pleasure, offering herself up to him like a sacrificial lamb.
Meanwhile his hands continued kneading her ass cheeks. He squeezed the soft flesh, bruising the creamy skin with the sheer force of his desire. He knew, with a dark satisfaction, that his fingerprints would bloom there later as red bruises… a map of his eventual ownership.
