Malon’s body stilled, if only for a moment, at his words. Yes, he wanted to be with her — take her as his own, marry her, make her his wife. She beamed, blue eyes softening and sparkling in brief happiness as she sat on his thighs, a pause in their passion. But the feeling passed as reality dawned on her; as much as she wanted it, the girl knew their condemned love challenged a cursed destiny.
Her happy face fell and she bent down again, capturing Sheik’s cock in her mouth like before. Hands fumbled, running against his hips and sides, down and over his thighs, touching every inch of skin while she pleasured him. The taste of him sparked every taste bud on her tongue. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his arousal and then moved in time with her mouth down his length. For long and tantalizing moments, Malon teased him and played with him, exploring this new power she never imagined.
Before he could reach his release, the redhead slipped him out of her mouth and lay kisses across his hips and up his stomach. Her body arched into him, grinding against him as she crawled to his neck, his girth still hard and so close to her. Nuzzling into the curve of his shoulder, she bit at the tanned skin and sighed.
“It doesn’t matter, does it? It won’t work…” She whispered breathlessly with a frown, feeling him so close to being inside of her again. Her eyes fell closed and she sat back into him, allowing the tip of him to slip past her wet folds and push into her.