Chapter 57 - Marco

My entire body surged with a wave of desire and tension at the realization that it was her there—my wife, who I was kissing after more than a month without being able to touch her.

I tossed the other gun onto the table and grabbed her waist, pulling her against me, urgently needing more of her—whatever she wanted to give, I'd accept, because being without her, without even being able to stand by her side, had been my personal hell.

"Let's go before we take a bullet ourselves," I heard Nero joke as footsteps echoed around us, fading away.

Then I followed her ass, sinking my fingers into the flesh even over the fabric, and placed her on the table. A moan escaped her lips, and her hands grabbed my suit, desperately trying to rid me of it.

I helped her rip off the suit and shirt in seconds before pulling her by the waist, sliding my fingers up her back until I found the zipper of her jumpsuit. My lips left hers only to strip her clothes, yanking them from her body until she was left in just lingerie on the dining table.

"Fuck, how I missed this," I murmured, rubbing my lips over her shoulder before grabbing her breasts still covered by the bra and kissing the top of each one.

"I need you... Ohhh..." she moaned, gripping my hair hard. And I didn't wait another second before holding her thigh, spreading her legs even wider to find her delicious heat. "Ahhh... yes."

I rubbed my fingers up and down, hearing her moans grow louder as I trailed my lips down her skin. I could see the marks those worms had left on her body, but that wasn't the moment to kiss each one—Angel needed to push from her mind everything they'd done to her and remember how good sex could be.

I latched onto the fabric of her panties, earning her gaze of pure desire; her lips parted even more when I pulled the fabric off her body. My eyes focused on her intimacy, and before she could pull me back, I was rubbing my nose against her folds, feeling the scent of her arousal that made my cock drool inside my pants and get even harder, ready to bury itself inside her.

"Fuck, perfection," I growled, finally opening my lips and sliding my tongue from her entrance to her clit, feeling her body writhe beneath me as I spread my saliva over every bit.

Angela lay back on the table, placing her hands over her mouth to try controlling the moans escaping as I continued sucking her, licking, sucking her clit, wanting to leave her dripping for me.

I no longer cared if the whole house was listening or if there were soldiers walking the property who probably heard her screams of pleasure. I could only think of making her come, over and over, until she didn't think of what happened to her when she looked at me—even though I knew that wouldn't erase the anger and guilt she threw at me.

If that was the only crack my little she-devil was giving me, I'd grab it!

Angela moved her hips against my mouth at the same pace she closed her legs around my head. I gripped her thighs, lifting them until her feet were on the table and spread her even wider, taking the moment to bring my fingers to her entrance.

Her moan echoed around the walls. I slid a finger in slowly, feeling her, testing how wet she was before adding another and feeling her hand against my hair, pulling me hard against her pussy.

"Ohhh... more, I need more, Marco!" She shouted, lifting her torso from the table as I rubbed my tongue against her clit and curled my fingers inside her.

Angel writhed even more, grinding against my lips as I increased my movements until I felt her body tense beneath me. I lifted my eyes in that instant, seeing her mouth open and explode in spasms with a silent scream.

But I didn't stop—I continued sucking and massaging her walls with my fingers, prolonging her orgasm. Angel moaned low and breathless, trying to squeeze her thighs around my shoulders, but that didn't stop me; I kept going until her release was running down my fingers.

"I missed this taste in my mouth," I said, seeing her lift her eyes as I pulled my head away and removed my soaked fingers from inside her, licking both drenched with her cum.

Angela sighed heavily and flashed a half-smile before I slapped my hand over her clit. Her legs trembled, and she gave a little jump on the table, letting out a moan.

I stood in that instant, opening my pants and pulling them down with my boxers at record speed. My cock was rock hard, aching with the need to be inside her.

"Hummmm..." she moaned as I rubbed the head from her entrance to her clit and back, opening her folds and slicking myself with the arousal dripping from her. "Hurry up with it."

I gripped the base of my member and placed it against her entrance, seeing fear take over her features. Angel clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, twisting her lips, unable to hide the discomfort—surely with all the memories that moment brought to her mind.

"Eyes open, my she-devil!" I ordered, seeing her eyelids flutter for an instant. "Open your eyes and see your demon claiming you."

She opened them, letting me see the storm in her irises; her breathing became noisy, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, showing how hard she was fighting not to be overcome by her fears and ghosts haunting her mind.

"Ahhh!" She screamed as I slid deeper inside her, and her walls clenched around me in protest. It wasn't a moan of desire like seconds ago, and that nearly made me stop, but it was her nails sinking into my hands on her hips that held me back.

She didn't want to retreat—even in the midst of her nightmares, she wanted to go forward; she wanted me to take her, make her feel like a desired woman in control of her own body. I knew if I backed off now, Angela would continue to be haunted every time she looked at me—and I wouldn't allow that. I'd remind her who she belonged to and who she was!

I slid even deeper inside her and placed my hand over her belly, pressing down to heighten her pleasure, while my thumb circled her clit.

She writhed, and with her eyes locked on me, I felt her relax, letting me go deeper; her walls accommodated me perfectly as a few low moans escaped her.

"That's it—let me hear you," I growled, encouraging her as I increased the pace of my movements. "Say my name, she-devil! Scream my name!"

Angel furrowed her brow and took a deep breath, letting out sighs, and her features showed she was winning that internal battle with her own demons and desire. Her face transformed gradually, overtaken by lust.

"Marco..." My name came out between one of her whispers, and she parted her lips, moaning, starting to surrender.

"Me! Who do you belong to only, my she-devil?" I thrust even harder, watching her body bounce on the table along with the food, dishes, and silverware crashing to the floor, creating an even more exciting noise in that moment.

"You! Ohhh, yes!" She gripped the table edge, trying to hold on as I felt her walls clench around me, showing she was building her orgasm again. "I belong only to you, Marco!"

The sound of our skin slapping echoed along with our moans in an erotic melody I'd missed.

"That's right! Every piece of you belongs to me—you're completely mine, just as I'm yours!"

Her nails scraped the table, and her legs wrapped around my hips the instant her scream echoed between the dining room walls.

Her walls clenched like a fist, taking me with her. I roared, gripping her waist hard to keep her from escaping as my member pulsed inside her, spilling every last drop.

"My demon," I heard her whisper, even breathless, as I leaned over her body with my member still buried inside her.

I slid my fingers over her face, watching a small smile form on her lips as we caught our breath, and I felt my heart skip a beat, feeling happier than ever just for being able to give her that moment of pleasure, returning to her control of her body with the reminder that she wouldn't stop being mine—no matter what happened!