Page 63 of Savage Proposal

And Isabella, undoubtedly, would have ended up dead because of her father.Merda,I didn’t like that thought either.

I focused on the feel of her lips against my own: she was so soft, and with a sigh, Isabella opened her mouth to mine. I rolled us so that her back was against the mattress, and I hovered over her. The one thing I would never get over was how sweetly she melted beneath me. She gave herself up so beautifully.

When I’d had her beneath me earlier, I wanted to comfort her; I wanted to take her mind off what I had told her. Now, I was the one who needed her. Desire thrummed through me, but I found myself reining it in. I kept my kisses gentle, my touch light. I slipped a hand beneath the T-shirt that she’d thrown on after her bath, running my palm over her skin.

Cupping her breast, I toyed with her nipple until it pebbled beneath my touch. Isabella let out the tiniest of whimpers, and she arched into my hands. “I love touching you,” I murmured as I kissed down her throat. She let out another sweet sound and parted her thighs in invitation. The hand I had on her breast reversed course and skimmed back down until I touched the edge of her panties. “Is that where you want me,dolcezza?”

Isabella nodded, practically vibrating with anticipation. “Yes.”

Words, filthy and teasing, were on the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back. Tonight, I wanted to show Isabella that I could do more for her than our usual game of brat and tamer. I was determined to hold myself in check and be gentle for her.

Slipping my hand into her panties, I palmed her pussy, groaning when I felt how turned on she was for me. The tips of my fingers teased her clit gently, and I drank in the little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. “Lorenzo,” she whined and bucked into my touch.

I gave her more pressure, but it was still gentle, light. “We’ll get there,” I promised her.

Isabella shook her head; her fingers clung to my shoulders. “Please,” she cried out, even as I circled her clit a little faster. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,dolcezza.” I slid my fingers lower and pressed one inside of her. Her body trembled against me. I fucked into her steadily and slowly, and I watched as she sank into pleasure. When she crested into her orgasm, Isabella’s face relaxed for a moment, and then it scrunched with frustration.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, glaring at me as I pulled my hands away from her. “You’re holding back,” she accused.

I didn’t deny it. “

You did that earlier too. Why?”

“You needed me to be soft.”

Isabella gave me an incredulous look. “Who said?”

“You had fallen apart in front of me,dolcezza. It wasn’t the time for games.”

She conceded to that with a tip of her head. “But what about now? You’re still being careful.” Her eyes dragged down my body to where I was hard and pressed against the seam of my sweatpants. “I want you to have what you want,” she said, eyes coming back up to meet mine. “If you want soft touches and sweet words, we could do that, but if you’re doing it because you think that’s what I want—” Isabella reached for my hand; my fingers were still wet from her. She took them into her mouth, moaning softly at the taste of herself.Holy fuck. “You don’t have to.”

It was almost audible when my control snapped. I shoved her back onto the mattress, loving the spark of fear and desire that flew across her face. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into, Isabella.”

She raised a challenging eyebrow. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of,” she said. “I’m not scared.”

I felt my lips give way to a savage grin, and she shuddered beneath me. “You should be,” I said. “Get naked.”

Isabella pulled up her shirt with shaking hands and tossed it to the side. When she went for her panties, however, I decided that she was moving far too slow. I grabbed the scrap of lace and silkand pulled; they tore in my hands like wet paper. She gasped. It was a helpless prey-animal sound, and my cock got even harder.

“Put your hands up,” I said, pinning her wrists above her head. “Leave them there.”

I watched her shiver as I shucked off my sweatpants. I could feel her eyes on me as surely as I could feel her hand. Smirking, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft, getting off on the touch as much as her hungry gaze. I stroked myself, thumbing the head of my cock and spreading the precum that had gathered.

When I didn’t touch her, Isabella grew more and more frustrated. “Lorenzo,” she whined.

I clicked my tongue against my teeth, a reprimand. “What,dolcezza?”

“Touch me.”

I pretended to think about it, but then I shook my head. “No, I think I’m good just looking at you for now.”

Her eyes grew wet. “But.” Her thighs spread a little farther, opening herself up for my gaze. My hand tightened around myself, and I sped up. Isabella’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, and her fingers tightened in the pillow above her, fighting not to move. That’s what I wanted to see, her struggle.

“Look at you,” I cooed at her cruelly. “Being such a good girl, keeping your hands right where I told you to.”

Tears slipped down her face, and she tossed her head from side to side. I had never seen her look so beautiful. I let the tension build and build and build until she was ready to break. I saw the moment her resolve gave way, and before she could move her arms, I fell on her. My hand wrapped around both of her wrists,and with the other, I positioned myself so that I could shove myself inside of her.

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