Page 64 of His Vicious Desire

When he tears his mouth from mine, it’s like he’s tearing away strips of my skin, leaving me tender to the touch.

Burying my hands in his thick hair, I long to bring his mouth back to mine, but he’s already moving down my throat at turns, licking, sucking, and biting until I wonder if he’s trying to drive me out of my mind.

My hands are greedy as they roam over him.Hard muscle and tight sinew flex and move beneath my greedy hands.After all these years of longing, touching him is a dream come true and one I’m terrified I’ll wake up from.

He goes to his knees, and I want to cry from the loss of his hard body on mine.I blink, and his shirt is gone.His body is a marble statue come to life, as though hands lovingly created him from stone.

I do it without thinking, wanting to meet him as he is.The long, worn shirt I threw on to come to him is pulled off and tossed aside.Air leaves him in a hiss.

“Beautiful, so fucking beautiful.”Is a whisper that matches the light touch of his hand running over me from my stomach to between my breasts.Two fingers flick open the catch of the bra.

He groans as he falls on me, his mouth catching a painfully tight nipple and sucking deep.How is exquisite pleasure so damn close to torture that I can’t tell the difference between the two?His tongue is toying with the nipple as he sucks, and I can’t stand it.I need more.I need him to stop.

Until the moment he does stop and I cry out from the loss.Oh, thank god he’s moving to my other breast and beginning the same torture there.Sucking deep, that hot, wet velvet tongue is driving me crazy.Deeper and deeper, he’s driving me beneath waves of pleasure I can’t escape from.I don’t want to escape either, but I need him with me as I fall below them.I’m terrified of being lost in the big, vast ocean without him.

Moving back to the other breast is done so fast that I barely have time to take it in.All I know is he’s toying with me, licking, sucking lightly, not as hard as he was before.It’s not enough, I need more.Suck harder, please.Please suck harder.

Finally, he’s giving me what I’m begging for, sucking until I wonder if he’ll leave a bruise—perfect.More, please.I’m there, on the edge of the cliff, about to fall before he goes to the other breast again.I’m battling back a scream as he kisses down my body, leaving licks of fire in his wake.

He’s off the bed entirely, rough hands catching me at my ass and squeezing me hard.Then his fingers catch the waistband of both the leggings I’m wearing and my panties.He pulls them off me with one fierce tug.

The heat from his gaze as those black eyes run over me is causing the air to shimmer, it’s so hot.Any other time, I would be self-conscious, desperate to hide, but all I feel is pride in the way he’s staring at me.I watch his body harden until I wonder if he’ll break if I touch him.

Parting my legs, I sigh.“Are you going to stare at me all night?”

“This isn’t a dream.”The words are barely a whisper.

I have no idea why those words feel as though he reached into my chest and squeezed my heart with that huge hand of his.I shake my head.“No dream.”

A finger glides from the top of my foot over my ankle, and up my leg, so slowly I feel every ridge of his fingerprint as though he were leaving that fingerprint to mark me as his.

“Thank fuck you aren’t bare.I don’t need to feel like more of a lecher than I already do.”He murmurs.

The back of the finger runs over lower lips slick with desire for him.I can’t look away as he sucks deep on his finger.“Sweet as sugar.”

I blink, and he’s down on the bed between my spread legs.Large hands grip my thighs, holding me open for his mouth.“This is the prettiest pink pussy I have ever seen.So fucking pretty.Every damn inch of you is perfect.”

At first, his tongue is gentle as it runs over my outer lips, then down to where I feel liquid need pooling.Long, languid licking is followed by gentle sucking.Throaty moans vibrate from him into me until I feel them in the deepest heart of me.

Velvet glides over me, then deep inside.His wicked tongue mimics what I’m desperate for, stabbing into me again and again.When he stops, I want to scream.

“Delicious, your juice is so damn sweet I could eat you for hours and never be full.”

The lightest touch of his tongue to my clit sends my hips up for more, and the bastard chuckles—the hot air washing over me.

“Gaetano, please.Please.”I’m begging him.

“Almost, angel, a little more patience.”He whispers against my skin.

Oh god, I can’t take much more.I gasp as I realize two thick fingers are pushing deep inside me.No, I don’t want his fingers I want his cock inside me.

“Fuck.You’re so tight.Has anyone been inside you, angel?”

I’m shaking my head and moaning.“No.”

“Good, one less man I have to kill.”He says in Italian.“But that means this is going to hurt.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.”Gaetano is raging.

He’s up, pushing away from the bed.Standing, he sways and sends a hand out to the wall to hold himself up.

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