Page 80 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
His words light me up like a flame. He’s halfway to explaining just how deeply I feel. Like a brazen cat, my back arches, lifting the cheeks of my ass so his hard-on slips between them. My head drops backward onto his shoulder, and anuntethered sound I’ve never made before in my life curls its way out of my chest.
His breath scorches my collar bone as he dips his mouth toward my shoulder. His teeth graze along the sensitive skin, from the tip of my shoulder to the curve of my neck. I tilt my head to the left to give him access, because the need for him to sink his teeth into meburns.
His voice trembles with restraint. “I’m afraid if I taste you, I’ll never stop.”
One word leaks from my lips. I never thought I’d resort to this, especially not with someone like Cristiano.
“Please . . .”
He pauses, his lips drifting lightly over my skin, making me raw with need.
I hold my breath.
And then I weaken under his strong hold as he pins me to the concrete.
“You drive mefuckingcrazy.” His low murmur sets my skin alight, but he cools it with soft brushes of his lips. It’s maddening, and it’s doing nothing to burst this tension.
“Cristiano . . .please. . .”
“Please what?”
My breath leaves my lungs in short bursts. “I don’t know,” I admit honestly. “I don’t know what I need, but I can’t bear this anymore.”
Very slowly, he pulls my right hand in toward my body. He takes a long breath and then extends my arm down until my hand is about level with my underwear. The throbbing between my legs grows needier, as if my body knows something I don’t.
With his fingers threaded through mine, he pushes them beneath my dress. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s balancing on a fine line between torturous and darkly promising. His fingers guide mine toward the soft cotton of mypanties, and then, with my mind dancing to an uneven rhythm, he presses softly into them.
A loud, uncontrollable sigh rushes out of my lungs.
God.
“Is this what you need, little one?”
I swallow repeatedly, unable to speak.
As he presses my fingers more firmly, a strange wetness coats the tips through the fabric, and a shocked gasp makes my spine rigid.
“Yeah, you’re soaking.” His smile is unmistakable against my skin, and in that split second I decide that’s enough to live for. We’re doing this, and I’ve never felt so desperate yet sated in all my life.
Gently and slowly, he works my fingers in circles against my panties. I turn my face and cool my forehead against the pillar. I want this unbearable need to give, but also to never end. Small notes of desperation drip off the edge of my tongue in time with the rough breaths caressing my neck.
“You’re shaking so hard,” he says gruffly. “Is that for me, little one?”
I can’t respond. I can only gyrate between the growing burn at the top of my legs and the dark promise pressing into the base of my spine.
I open my mouth to speak, but he nips me with his teeth, halting me.
“Don’t tell me we can’t do this.” His voice is edged with desperation, making my legs weak.
An image of Savero crawls across my lids, a replay of his fingers shoving into the depths of a man’s throat. Ice cold fear winds its way from my heart to my fingertips, but still it doesn’t cool the burning embers coating my skin. As terrified as I am of Savero, it’s his brother I want, with every dying fraction of my soul. I breathe out with absolute conviction. “I wasn’t going to,”I whisper, my own voice in tatters of need. “I want you to put an end to this feeling.”
His tone softens. “What feeling?”
“Like I’m going to explode. I don’t know how to live with it, and it’s burning me up.”
Suddenly, the heat against my back disappears, and I hear him settle on one knee behind me. He wraps a hand around my left ankle and lifts it up to rest it on his raised thigh.
“What did I say about wearing these short dresses?” He teases the hem with his tongue, tickling the curve of my bottom. Lust pools between my legs, and I’m mortified, because his face is so close to it, yet I’m desperate for him to put an end to this longing.
