Page 90 of Unholy Union
By the third flash, he’s not even pretending anymore.
I feel it first. His gaze makes my skin burn as he stares at me with wolfish hunger and leans closer like he’s tempted to devour me on the spot.
“Cato,” I whisper his name more like a dare than in scolding.
He doesn’t answer, simply leaning even closer. His breath skims the side of my neck. The camera clicks again, catching usmid motion. His mouth finds a sensitive spot on the underside of my jaw, and just as I try to pose, he plants a hot kiss.
His teeth follow, scraping at the delicate skin like an animal would.
My lips part on a sound that’s caught between a gasp and a moan.
It makes for a seriously candid photo. But I’ve forgotten all about the camera as I turn my head, suddenly desperate for more. I seek his mouth, meeting him in a kiss that crackles with the day’s tension.
We’ve been starving for each other since the family event at the Bellini Garden, and now we’ve had enough.
We can’t take it anymore.
I gasp into the kiss as Cato’s hands slide higher, shoving aside the cups of my dress. My breasts spill out into his warm and greedy palms. He wastes no time fondling them, fingers pulling and tugging at my nipples.
Blips of pleasure ripple through me, and I shudder against him, propped up against his chest.
Another flash goes off.
The rest of my dress has slipped down, the straps sliding from my shoulders. My back arches as he turns my head to the side and kisses me again, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
But I need more; I need more of him.
…of us.
I scramble, twisting in the small booth so I’m able to climb into his lap. I’m straddling him fully now, face-to-face with my arms on his shoulders and his hands falling to my ass.
The camera has clicked yet another photograph of us.
This time, even through the lusty haze I’ve found myself in, I’m aware enough to look. I glance over my bare shoulder at the screen and receive an instant spark of thrill at what I see.
My dress pools at my waist; my thighs are slung over both of Cato’s as I sit topless, perched in his lap. My skin’s flushed and my curls untamed, his hands palming my ass. I have a gleam in my eye, looking borderline drunk, like the idea that someone might be a couple steps away from finding us in this photobooth turns me on even more.
It’ll damn sure make for a memorable photo to look back on.
Cato cups my chin and draws my mouth back to his. His tongue returns with another teasing flick. He’s undeniably erect and clearly losing patience. I grind down without shame and whimper into his mouth.
“Fuck the pictures, prinicipessa,” he mutters against my lips. “We’re just getting started.”
Together, we work in a frenzied rush to shed the last barriers between us. Cato’s fingers undo his pants, ripping his zipper down. I lift up onto my knees just long enough to shimmy my panties down my thighs. The lace catches on my left heel before I manage to kick them the rest of the way off.
The moment we’re free, he growls and seizes my hips, dragging me back down onto his lap like he’s starved for it. Our mouths collide at the same time his cock finds the slick, aching heat between my legs. He pushes into me whole, thick and unforgiving.
I gasp at how deep he goes, the breath ripped from my lungs as I’m stretched wide around him. Every inch of him fills my pussy so completely I feel like I might split apart. It’s intense enough I can’t speak except to mutter the only two words that come to mind.
“Oh fuck…” I whisper, head tipping back as he pulses inside me.
His hands are gripping my ass, rough and possessive, kneading me as he holds me in place. Our foreheads presstogether, both of us panting, our breath mingling in the humid space between us.
“Can you take me this deep, prinicipessa?” he rasps. He grazes his lips against mine. “Tell me you love the way I fill you up. Tell me you want it even deeper. I want to hear you say it.”
I moan, rocking my hips slowly. The stretch has begun to feel so damn good, so incredibly addictive.
“Yes. God, yes… I want it. I want you to fuck me so deep. I love it when you do… I love it when you fuck me like…”
