Page 40 of Pretty Poison

I do as he asks, allowing him the space he needs, the bubbles running down my face.

The pressure of our kiss remains on my lips. “I should be the one apologising, Dario. You’re clearly not in the right mindset, and I—”

Within an instant, his hand finds my hips and he spins me around. “Never apologise for something I initiated.” Again, hislips find mine, this time a hunger releases from them and floods into me, like he’s directly feeding me his tension and problems in the form of desire.

I inch closer, my body becoming flush with his, his firm cock pressing against my stomach. The feeling alone sends my body into a spiral, begging for more.

A soft moan slips free from my lips, and he reacts, trailing his hands down my back to my ass before he lifts me, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.

We’ve officially stepped into new territory—not only between us, but for me. How would he react if I pulled away and confirmed the fact that I’ve never been with a man before besides a simple, millisecond-long kiss? I can only imagine it’d be a total mood-killer, and I never want this moment to end.

Readjusting me in his arms, he lifts me, his cock rubbing between our bodies. The sensation makes a low groan escape him, and he slips his tongue into my mouth, muffling my sounds of longing. He’s a passionate and possessive kisser, turning my body into an inferno.

After a few seconds longer, he breaks free, placing me back down on the slippery surface of the shower’s floor. I bite back the urge to whine as the heat of his body against mine leaves me.

He glares down at me, a wicked smile plastered across his lips. He leans forward to turn the shower off and steps out, holding his hand out for me to take.

Without hesitation, I place my hand in his and he guides us back into his room. As we reach the bottom of his bed, he walks over to his closet and pulls two towels from the shelf inside. He places the first one around his waist and I go to take the second fromwhere he laid it on the bed, but he stops me, snatching it from beneath my hand.

“Turn around,” he says in a deep, commanding voice.

I spin for him, the soft towel finding my skin as he begins to dry me. It’s a gentle action that contradicts everything I ever thought of him up until now.

He takes his time, drying every inch of my skin, taking extra time between my thighs, his fingers wandering from the towel as they trail upwards.

Pausing for a moment, he walks around me, repeating his actions starting with my chest. This time, his eyes meet mine as he drags the towel across my chest, down my arms and my stomach. Returning to my chest, he pauses as if awaiting permission, and I nod.

His fingers trace the round flesh of my breast before finding my nipple. I gasp as he rolls the nub between two digits, my heart racing and my breathing scattering. An excited feeling rocks through me, a soft moan escaping my slightly parted lips. The inferno is spreading, settling between my thighs and sending goosebumps through me; altogether a foreign experience. The sound makes another grin appear on his lips as he walks into me, leaving me no choice but to back up towards the bed. As my legs meet the end, he eases me backwards, his hand cradling the nook of my neck as he lowers me down.

Looping his hand beneath my thighs, he gently pulls me towards the very edge. My breathing turns heavy, rethinking the part I played getting us to this point.

“I’ve never…” My words trail off as he presses soft kisses against my inner thighs.

“Never what, little one?” he questions through heavy breaths. I can’t seem to find the words; his actions are fogging up my thoughts. “Remember what I told you,Lia? Use your words. Silent mouths don’t get fed; they don’t get the answers they so desperately crave, they don’t get the pleasure their body yearns for.”

“All of this is so new to me,” I whisper, the words coming out almost inaudible.

He raises his eyes as I glance down at him and he lifts himself up, leaning over me. “We can stop,” he breathes, planting another deep kiss on my lips. I shake my head, nipping at his plump bottom lip, as he pulls away.

Releasing it, I place my hands against his chest, and put space between us. “No, I liked it, I-I thought I should mention it—I don’t know.”

“Don’t be nervous, Lia; I’ll be gentle.”

Placing gentle kisses on my neck, he trails down my chest, stomach and hip, his head finding its way back between my thighs. A rush of adrenaline floods through me, my hand finding his head, my fingers raking through his hair. They tug at his raven locks and he releases another groan.

“I don’t bite,” he says between kisses. “Go feral, little one.”

His tongue flicks out, licking my inner thigh and stopping just before he reaches my pussy. The sensation alone is enough to make me do exactly as he says.

Grabbing his hair between my fingers, I tug and he groans, swiping his tongue along my slit which makes my grip tighten.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his tongue flicking out to taste me again. This time, it lingers there, slowly sliding between my pussy.

It’s a feeling like no other, a feeling of desire pulsating through me, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

As his teeth graze my clit, my hips buck off the bed and I pull his head away. “You said you don’t bite,” I say breathlessly.

“I lied. Biting is the best part. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d be gentle, though. I promise.”

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