Page 175 of Salvatore

My pulse soars, the simple glimpse of his returned playfulness making me eager for more. “And you’re hung like the Empire State, so less is more in this equation.”

Smug pride gleams in his gaze. At least it does until I grasp his length. Then the heartbeat of playfulness vanishes with the tensing of his entire body. “You like to make comment on my size, Ivy. But you took me so fucking well last time.”

I drag my palm along his shaft, delighting in the silken hardness, basking in the memories. “Given my condition, I’d say I took it a littletoowell.” I work him with my fingers, soft touches, light squeezes, a coast of my thumb against his moistened slit. “Does that feel good?”

“Everything you do feels fucking phenomenal.” He tilts his hips, fucking my hand in a long, arduous stroke. “You undo me.”

It’s an incredible feeling, having a powerful man at my mercy—his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, the rigid length of him taut beneath my touch. But it’s those dark, desperate, utterly wrecked eyes that make me feel invincible.

I savor the way he shudders beneath my fingertips, how his control seems to fray and his throaty moans increase when I pay more attention to the tip of his cock.

It makes me so incredibly wet that I can’t wait a moment more.

“I want you inside me.” I nestle closer, slowly, carefully guided by his hands on my waist.

He doesn’t deny me, despite the conflict warring in his features.

Instead, he positions the head of his shaft against my slit. Gentle. Mindful.. He doesn’t thrust into me. Just lets me guide him inside, my muscles stretching around the generous length of him enough to make my breathing hitch.

He turns rigid. “Did I hurt you?”

I deadpan, batting Bambi eyes. “No? Why? Is it already in?”

He glares, his hand snapping up and tangling in my hair, his grip tugging my head backward as his teeth clamp down on my shoulder. “If you weren’t currently recovering from multiple stab wounds I’d make you regret that question.”

I suppress a chuckle for the sake of said wounds and find myself falling harder for him. “Don’t go soft on me now,niñito.”

“Being soft isn’t something I’m capable of around you,mi reina.” He feasts on my neck, his teeth scraping my skin, his hands cupping my breasts as he groans.

I attempt to rise, to ride, but the stitches in my flank tug in warning. “I don’t think I can move much.”

“Trust me—you don’t fucking need to.” His palms skim my ribs, one cupping the uninjured side of my ass, the other resting higher on my hip. “Just take it easy. You said you were resourceful. Now prove it.”

Fine.

I rock instead. Tiny movements. Small, grinding increments supported with the strength of his hold.

It feels good. Slow. Teasing. Torturous.

He’s so big it’s hard not to be consumed by sensation. But the gradual movements seem to work a number on him too, his body adamantly tense, the tight coil of his muscles increasing.

I grin, savoring the thrill that comes with pleasuring a man so damn easy to please.

“What’s that sly look for?” He releases my waist and claims my throat in his sweat-slicked palm. “Do you think it’s belittling that I’m this wound up when you’re barely moving? Have you forgotten your power? Men obsess about your beauty,mi reina. They crave your attention. They’d follow you to the ends of the earth just for a taste of what it’s like to be yours.”

“Men?” I raise a brow.

He holds my stare. “Me.”

Another piece of my heart becomes lost to him, no longer mine to command.

“I could come with just one look. From mere thoughts of you. Hell, the amount of times I’ve woken with my hand around my painfully hard dick just from a whisper of a dream of this gorgeous body is maddening.” He kisses my cheek. My jaw. The sensitive skin below my ear. “I’m a complicated man, but when it comes to this I’m simple.” He takes my mouth with his, his words a vow against my tongue. “All I want is you.”

I wilt. Wither. Wane.

My hold on reality slips from my fingers, leaving room for his intoxicating daydream to take me under its spell.

I’d bow at his desecrated altar. Bathe in the lake of his sins.

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