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"I know what you are, baby," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate purr. She reached out, her long fingers framing his sharp jawline, feeling the erratic pulse jumping beneath his skin. "And I know you've been starving that monster inside you just for me, all because you were too damn stubborn about 'waiting for the right time.'" She leaned down slightly, her breath brushing his lips. "I've been in this industry since I was nine years old, Marvin. I've seen the dirt, the traps, and the way men use girls up until there's nothing left. But you... you kept your hands in your pockets. You looked at my face. You protected me before you ever tried to touch me."
"Because you deserve love," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, resonant supernatural timbre that made the very air in the room vibrate. The depth in his eyes began to bleed through the blue, a slow, predatory burn. "You don't get used, Bey. You deserve to be worshipped, Beyoncé. Not taken. Not consumed. Worshipped."
She stepped even closer, completely erasing the space between them, her chest brushing against his. "Then worship me, Marvin. Make me feel like all them love songs I been singing about. Make it real."
He reached for her then. His hands, possessing a supernatural strength that belied his compact frame, spanned her waist, his fingers digging into the silk of her dress with a fierce, territorial grip.
"If I do this," he warned, his eyes flashing completely amber in the dim light of the suite, "there is no going back. You are mine for life, Beyoncé. No matter what happens, no matter how much anyone, even you, tries to pull us apart, I will never let you go. My hunger for you is a bottomless pit."
"Good," she breathed. "Then drown me in it."
She pulled him down—and the year of rigid, agonizing restraint exploded.
The kiss was a total revelation, a collision of teeth and tongue that shattered the quiet of the room. Marvin didn't kiss like a boy; he kissed with the lethal, suffocating expertise of a creature born to dominate. His mouth took complete ownership of hers, his tongue sliding deep past her lips, tasting of champagne, heat, and raw, unfiltered lust. He mapped the interior of her mouth with a devotional, breathless intensity that made her knees buckle.
A ragged gasp escaped her as his hands slid down from her waist, cupping the heavy flare of her hips and lifting her effortlessly. Despite the height difference, his strength made her feel entirely weightless.
Beyoncé in his arms, his arms he looked towards her. He could see her calm black eyes looking at him, they looked at each other as if nothing else in the world mattered right now.
Her bountiful breasts changed their shape as they pressed against Marvin's chest, Beyoncé looked directly to his eyes, without shying away.
Her eyes seemed to be twirling with many emotions, he could tell that there were a lot in her mind.
Beyoncé's lips were soft and a bit salty but the pleasure of kissing her was no less.
Their lips had a soft touch, at the same time he strengthened the hold on her waist, pushing Beyoncé's body to his.
She wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist, locking him in. The movement pulled her silver gown up her thighs, pressing the swollen, aching center of her directly against the thick, heavy length straining against his trousers. She let out a sharp, ragged cry against his mouth as she felt the unbelievable size of him considering his age.
"Marvin," she gasped, her Southern accent thickening into a breathless, desperate drawl as she gripped his shoulders. "Oh my god... you are packing some serious, wicked heat for such a little bitty thing."
A dark, gravelly laugh rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating right into her pelvic bone. He carried her across the room without breaking a sweat, his eyes locked on hers with a molten, sapphire hunger. He threw her back onto the middle of the massive, thousand-thread-count bed, the silver fabric of her dress bunching around her waist like a beautiful, chaotic offering.
"I'm just getting started, B. This body hasn't even hit its limit yet," Marvin growled, crawling over her, pinning her wrists to the wall as his gaze swept down the exposed, honeyed skin of her throat and chest. "I am five feet three inches of pure, concentrated vice. And every single inch of me is about to ruin you for anyone else."
And without saying anything else they lunged into another kiss again this time more aggressive, their lips sought out each other in great excitement.
His hands held her wait tightly, while Beyoncé's hands travelled from his neck to his hair holding him aggressively.
This time they wanted each other badly, her lips lunched onto his, she bit onto his lower lips, while sucking on it and at the same time he responded with even more enthusiasm.
His hand holding her waist slowly trailed down, reaching her perky ass and giving it a tight squeezed, Beyoncé's ass was both soft and springy.
"Ahh~~~?"
Just as Marvin gave her ass a nice squeeze Beyoncé moaned into his mouth as she got more aggressive, she exchanged between sucking on his upper and lower lips
At the same time he responded back, taking the initiative to bite her lips, sucking on it with great fever, he bit her lips with some strength causing her mouth to open wider, he didn't let that moment pass and forced his tongue into her mouth.
Entering her mouth he was quickly met with her tongue, their tongues quickly began its own battle, saliva started to fall from their mouths as their excitement grew.
Marvin's hand holding Beyoncé's ass started to squeeze and change her ass shape nicely, at the same time his other hand reached out to her ass.
Holding Beyoncé by her ass he lifted her, she seemed to have no problem as she intertwined her legs around his body, holding her he pushed her body towards the wall.
Quickly they started to lose their breaths in the kiss but they didn't mind, as they kissed our saliva quickly got exchanged between them, it was only a few seconds later that we broke our kiss.
As he moved his face away to give her time to breath there was a string of saliva that connected their mouths.
"Ha.....ha.....haaaaa"
Rough breaths could be heard as they stood in the center of the room, taking in air that seemed to grow hotter with every passing second. Beyoncé's eyes—dark, endless, framed by lashes that cast shadows on her cheekbones—held a desire that made Marvin's incubus nature stir beneath his skin. He could see the need radiating from her, could taste it in the air like ozone before a storm.
Just as he was going to close the distance between them, to claim the mouth again, Beyoncé stopped him with a gentle hand on his chest.
Beyoncé gasped, her hands sliding up his chest to gently, reluctantly press against his collarbones. "Wait," she breathed, her chest heaving beneath his weight. "Marvin, baby, wait."
"What?" He froze, the light in his eyes flaring with primal, frustrated hunger. He didn't pull away, his body still caging hers perfectly against the wall. "Give me one good reason," he growled, his voice thick with unspent heat.
"No," she whispered, her accent thick with arousal, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. "It's just that I want to take a bath first."
She whispered, a sultry, apologetic smile curving her lips as her long fingers tangled in his hair. "I've been strapped into this gown for eight hours. We've survived the red carpet, the ceremony, an after-party, and about fifty different industry handshakes. I am covered in the smell of hairspray, champagne, and sweat that isn't the good kind."
She shifted her hips upward, deliberately grinding the aching center of her thighs against the heavy, rigid length pressing through his slacks, drawing a sharp, jagged hiss from his teeth. "I want to wash the entire music industry off my skin before you take me apart."
The raw, possessive logic of it pierced straight through the Incubus haze clouding his brain. He didn't want her covered in the dust and grime of Hollywood. He wanted her completely bare, clean, and stripped of everything in the world except for him.
"Fine," Marvin rasped, the word vibrating with a dark, dangerous promise.
He stepped up, gripping her body to pull her. But the second her killer heels hit the carpet, the temptation of having her standing right in front of him was simply too much to ignore.
Smiling, he slowly placed her on the ground, but his hands, unable to resist the temptation of finally touching her with permission, pressed possessively onto the soft, firm curve of her ass, kneading the flesh through her silk dress.
As she found her footing, his hands dropped heavy and hot onto the soft, generous flare of her ass.
Beyoncé let out a startled, throaty moan as his fingers dug into her flesh, aggressively kneading the perfect curves right through the silver silk. He squeezed her hard, his grip totally uncompromising as he pulled her hips flush against his ache, ensuring she felt exactly what she was making him wait for.
"Ahhh," Beyoncé moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. "Looks like you really don't want to let me go."
Instead of replying, Marvin directly gave her a peck on her lips—a promise, a prelude—and let her go. As much as he wanted to continue, to tear the clothes from her body and worship her where she stood, he knew she wanted to be clean, wanted this first time to be perfect, unhurried, reverent.
So he could only reluctantly back off, his amber eyes glowing with banked hunger. Seeing his disappointment, Beyoncé giggled—a sound like bells, like music, like home. She gave him a quick peck on his cheek and seductively walked toward the bathroom, her hips swaying with a rhythm that would drive millions wild but was reserved only for him.
Seeing her ass nicely swaying as she walked, the globes of flesh he would soon claim, Marvin's arousal only grew bigger, straining against his trousers. He could only shake his head, his brown hair falling across his forehead, and walk to the other room with a bathroom to clean himself, his mind filled with images of her.
He quickly entered the bathroom and cleaned himself, the water doing nothing to cool the fire in his soul. After bathing, he wore only a towel below to cover himself, the fabric barely containing his need.
As he waited, he looked at his reflection and couldn't help but appreciate the body that had been shaped by supernatural existence. He didn't know how to say this without sounding narcissistic, but he had one hell of a body. Looking at his reflection, he could see his eight-pack nicely arranged, giving his torso a V look that tapered to his compact hips. His body leaned more toward the athletic type, being compact and lean yet densely muscled, his shoulders broad, his chest defined.
Matching this along with his brown hair, blue eyes that glowed with blue fire when his incubus nature rose, and a face that carried both boyish charm and predatory hunger—well, he knew he was made to worship, and to be worshipped in return and He was nowhere near his peak yet. Not that he was in any rush—once he got there, he'd have Satan knows how long to enjoy being unfairly handsome.
Just as he was admiring himself, the door opened and Beyoncé entered.
Wearing just a towel.
Beyoncé opened the door and entered, seeing him, her once calmed body heated up again immediately. She just had a towel covering her sexy body, it just barely covering her thighs, threatening to reveal everything with the slightest movement. Her blonde cornrows with curly ends hair stuck to her back in wet waves, and she had a small blush across her golden caramel skin from the bath, making her look like a goddess fresh from the springs of Olympus.
Seeing soon to be one of the world's most recognizable figures— his queen, his love—standing almost naked in front of him caused Marvin's excitement to rise to painful heights.
It was not only him who was in a daze. Seeing his perfect body, the towel riding low on his hips, revealing the V of his abdomen and the trail of hair leading down, Beyoncé too felt her body heating up. Seeing him—now her lover—look her up and down with lust that had been banked for years caused her untouched pussy to twitch in anticipation, her virgin body responding to the pheromones that filled the room.
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