Page 81 of Vicious Souls

I don’t know what’s with all the cursing.

His eyes slide down my body, the inferno blazing, warring over something. It is as though he is torn over something and I can’t figure out what has him so hung up. He bends over again, places a firm hand on either side of my waist, leans down and places a kiss at my bellybutton. And holy moly, if that isn’t the most erotic adoration, then I don’t know what is. I feel that kiss as it shoots straight through me, infecting my veins and poisoning my blood. And that is the moment that I realise that Dante Accardi owns me, body, heart, and soul.

69

DANTE

Iam finding it hard to think and breathe at the same time. When I’d stopped by to take Kingsley to lunch and found out she wasn’t at work, I’d headed straight up to the penthouse and let myself in when she didn’t answer the door. Thank fuck I had insisted on access in the case of an emergency. Yet now I am questioning the very wisdom of that access.

We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now, and I have skilfully avoided any scenarios which could land us in trouble. By trouble, I mean me. Keeping my hands off her. Because it’s been a practise in patience trying to keep my hands off her every time I’ve been around her.

That’s why I’ve drawn away somewhat. I’ve let others step in to take care of her. I’ve kept a watchful eye on her from afar, but I’ve had to keep my distance somewhat to maintain my sanity.

I’m absolutely and undeniably in love with Kingsley. It must be love. Otherwise, what’s this foreign feeling that causes my heart to beat out of my chest erratically when I’m in her proximity? What is this yearning to tuck her under my arm and keep her there for eternity? And why do I want to do things differently with her, the way I’ve never done with anyone else?

She’s fragile, and she’s vulnerable, and she’s inexperienced. I don’t want to take advantage of her because I know I’ll be getting all her firsts. I want her to want me. I want her to be ready and waiting for me. I don’t want to take just because I want her. I want us on the same page…and from the way she’s clawing at my back and pushing her hips into me, I’d say she’s already more than three pages ahead of me. But I hold myself back. I have to. I have to go easy on her, especially knowing she’s never done this before. No matter how desperate I am to merge my body with hers and take her, I can’t rush this.

I hold her waist as she continues to stare at me, her eyes flashing unfiltered desire.

I kiss her belly adoringly. I move my lips slowly up her body, trailing kisses as I go. She is as eager as I am, because she reaches for and fumbles with my belt again. I grab her hands and pull them outward, imprisoning them above her head.

“Don’t make me tie you up,” I warn, watching her face. Her eyes flare, her pupils dilating. The thought turns her on and this makes me happy. I can be patient. I can wait. I can do this the proper way. Iwilldo this the proper way. Then I’ll show her all the filthy things I’ve been thinking about doing to her from day one.

I stand back from the bed, raking my eyes over her body. She is so damn beautiful. With her lightly sun kissed skin and curves in all the right places. Her legs go on forever, and I step between them, lift them to my hips and slide my hands down her supple skin.

I lay on top of her, give her my mouth again, taste her mouth like I am a man starved, then pull back. I'm not going to last much longer. I set her legs down and stand back, then ever so slowly, my eyes glued to hers, I undo my belt and whip it out from the loops with a flourish, fold it, then throw it to the ground. I undo the button of my pants and step out of them. Her eyes fall longingly to my black boxers, my signature underwear, and she licks her lips in anticipation. Iknowshe hasn’t done this before, but she has the eyes of a temptress fixed on me, ready to maul me.

I know she’s clean, her complete physical came back clear. And I know I’m clean from my last bloods; I haven’t been with anyone in a couple of months, and I’ve never had the desire to knock up a stranger. But I don’t know if Kingsley is on birth control. I imagine Stella would have had that conversation with her, but I’m not about to stop and ask her.

I want to slam into her bareback. But I won’t. I want to ride her so hard she is going to feel me between her legs tomorrow, but I can’t. I want to push and push and push until she forgets her own name but I’m not sure I know how to do it without hurting her. So instead, I climb on the bed with her, spread her arms and twine our fingers together, then ground my body against hers as we writhe on the bed together. Her breaths come in little spurts, her moans quickly following, as her hands run up and down my back and she arches her body in to me. The touch of her skin against mine reaches deep in to my soul and pulls something out, something she’ll never give back.

I lift myself off the bed, retrieve my pants and extract a condom from my wallet. I drop my boxers and roll the condom on even before she can catch her breath, then lay back on the bed and roll her on top of me. She is wild with desire for me as she writhes against me. I lift her hips and lower her onto me gently, guiding her in slowly slowly, at her own soft pace. She is so damn tight. But she is wet enough to take all of me, and she finds her rhythm and starts to move with steady slides. She lowers her face to mine, whispers to me how long she’s waited for me, then proceeds to suck my lips into her mouth.

When she starts to move faster against my dick, I thrust up into her, matching her pace until we are slipping and sliding in a co-ordinated dance. Her moans, heavy with desire, are music to my ears. We climb together, reaching a crescendo, our lips glued to each other, until Kingsley’s moans fall into pants, and she is climaxing, screaming my name on her way down. And that right there is the trigger I need to give her three quick thrusts before I explode, pressing her down onto me as I draw out my pleasure.

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I run her a salt bath.Once the water reaches a decent level and temperature, I go back to the bed, lift Kingsley up and carry her to the bathroom. I deposit her in the bathtub, then sit behind her, spooning her as she relaxes against me.

“You okay?”

She nods absently against my shoulder.

“Any pain?”

“A little.” She turns her face and nuzzles into my neck.

We sit this way until the water goes tepid and I heave her out of the water, then dry her with a towel, taking care to be extra gentle. I wrap a towel around my waist then carry her back to her bed, and command her to get in. I shake out two Advil from a bottle she keeps on her bedside table and bring her a bottle of water.

I tell her to nap, as she seems almost out to the world, and leave the room to order us some food.

“Chinese,” she says, her voice so low I can barely hear her as I walk away. “I feel like Chinese.”

I sit on the sofa and place our order, then run my hands through my hair and collect my thoughts. She is doing things to me that even I can’t understand. I don’t know yet if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but I don’t want her to stop. And I can’t be off my game. If I drop the ball running after my feelings, Kingsley could get hurt, in more ways than one. And I don’t mean by me.

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DANTE

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