Page 55 of Arturo's Temptation

“That so?” He cocked his head to one side before teasing my neck with soft kisses. “I think you want somethin’ from me,” he whispered. “Give into me, Bella.”

“I can’t.”

“There is no one but you stoppin’ this, princess.” He brought his lips to mine, waiting for my acceptance. “Let me show you how perfect we fit. Let me help you see it.”

I didn’t know what I was thinking, or if I was thinking at all, but I pressed my lips against his. His initial surprise melted away as I sucked on his lip ring. With a groan he effortlessly lifted me off the ground wrapping my legs around his waist. The fabric of my shirt rode up around my waist but I didn’t care. The passion burning through my veins was something I’d only ever read about or seen in movies. He sank his fingers into my hair as his lips devoured mine. He kissed me like a man half starved. Itwas as though someone had lit a fire deep within us both and it was beginning to become one I never wanted to go out.

One that was slowly becoming my lifeline.

“I fuckin’ need you,hermosa,” he managed between aggressive kisses. “Most need oxygen to survive… I just need you.” I pulled back and looked into his beautiful brown eyes to see his pupils pulsing.“Be my oxygen, Bella, be my lifeline, be the one who keeps me alive.”

“Kiss me. Kiss me like it’s the first and last time,” i breathed. That was all he needed as his tongue danced with mine. The kiss was full of hunger, desire and most of all devotion. My fingers found his hair as I fisted it gently. A moan left his lips and mingled with my own. I knew tonight couldn’t go any further than a kiss, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t another night.

Without breaking any form of contact, I felt Arturo carry me towards the bed that sat pride and place in the middle of the room. I sank into the mattress as he laid me down gently, as if I were his most prized possession.

“Isabella.”

“Shh, I don’t want to talk anymore. I just want you to kiss me,” I demanded against his lips, his stubble scratching my skin as the kiss deepened.

His free hand skated down my side, tormentingly slow, fisting my shirt the moment he reached the hem. He pushed it up around my waist, exposing my naked flesh, I heard the sharp intake of breath.

“Are you tryin’ to kill me?” He groaned against my skin.

“I came straight here after the shower,” I blushed.

“Let me taste you,hermosa.”

“Please…” I begged as his fingers skated across my apex.

“Is this what you want? Do you want me to lose myself in that tight, sweet pussy of yours?” he said against my neck.

“Y-yes,” I arched my back into him, unable to hide my need for him, unable to hide that nagging ache.

“Open your legs for me,”

I immediately obeyed, which was something I hadn't done with him before. Pushing back was in my nature but with him I would let go. It felt too good not to lose myself in him. As my legs fell open, Arturo dropped to his knees. His calloused fingers traced up my inner thigh, while his stubbled chin scratched my flesh with each kiss.

“I need to hear you beg,Princesa.” The sensation of his breath against my pussy was torture. He knew what he was doing. “Ruégame, hermosa,” he growled. “Tell me exactly what you want,”

“You.” I panted as his teeth grazed my bare skin.

“Not good enough. Try again,”

“I can’t, I’ve never—” I started but was soon interrupted.

“You can. Tell me exactly what you want from me,hermosa,” he whispered, sinking a finger into my pussy. The feel of his finger spreading my walls was enough to send a pulse of furious need through me.

“More, Arturo… I need more,” I whispered.

“Like this?” He purred, thrusting another finger into me. He was spreading me wide and the pressure felt intense.

“Yes!” I squeezed my eyes shut as he began to move his fingers in a come hither motion. I fisted the sheets beneath me, as I felt his breath slide against my core. Then he did something that I did not expect. With the tip of tongue, he fluttered it back and forth across my clit. He knew he owned my body with just a few touches. With a chuckle, he flattened his tongue and began to furiously slip it up and down my clit in perfect sync with his fingers. But each time the pleasure began to build he dangled me over the edge before yanking me away again.

“Are you mine, Bella?”

I let out a soft moan in response, one he seemed to thrive off.

“That sweet as fuck moan doesn’t answer my question.” He removed his fingers from inside me, my arousal coating them.

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