Page 83 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
“Yeah.” He pushes his hands through my hair and presses kisses to the side of my throat. “Never happened before.”
My head is spinning. Can he come again? I want to be able to give him this.
He senses my questions, stops still, and stares heavily at me. “Don’t worry, Castellano. I’m just getting started.”
Breath gushes from my mouth, and he laughs again. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
I’m lifted again and carried to the master bedroom. He lays me gently on the bed and crawls up over me. His gaze is intense and justhot.
“Let me see your body,” he says softly.
“The zipper is at the back,” I say in a whisper.
“Roll onto your front.”
He sits back on his knees to let me do just that, and I smile as a murmur of approval reaches my ears.
My hair tickles my nape as it’s brushed to the side. He pulls the zipper down slowly, the cool air nipping at my bare skin. The zipper reaches to my sit bone, and he swallows as his finger strokes a circle on the small of my back. His palms touch my back and slide up, until his fingertips are beneath the short sleeves of my dress. As he pushes them outward, he lowers hisbody and kisses the top of my spine. A shiver coasts down it despite his warmth covering me like a blanket.
One by one, he pulls my arms through the straps, then he reaches a hand beneath me and touches my chest. Back on his knees, he pulls me up with one hand while smoothing the dress down to my stomach. He shifts backward and lifts my hips as I sink my face into the comforter, partly out of embarrassment that I literally have my ass in his face, and partly because I’m still so turned-on I could cry a river.
The dress is pulled down my thighs, baring my bottom to him. He pauses, every second heightening my arousal.
Then he leans forward and sinks his teeth into the left cheek. I yelp and melt under him when he licks away the sting.
“I’m going to make a meal out of your ass, Castellano.” His voice is so gravelly I almost turn to check it’s still him. “And you’re going to kneel there like a good girl and let me.”
I don’t get a chance to object when he does the same to my other ass cheek. I moan like an absolute hussy. I’m heated and restlesseverywhere, but I don’t want to move. This must be what delirium feels like.
He bites and nibbles until the skin is sore and buzzing, and then he licks and kisses until I’m chasing his teeth again.
“Keep still,” he commands, pushing my bottom forward. “Greedy girl.” Then a hot, wet tongue dips between my legs and licks all the way to my puckered opening.
“Oh yeah,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You’re still so fucking wet.”
I shiver again.
“Come up onto your hands.”
I do as he says, but it’s slow. I’m so decentered I can barely coordinate my limbs.
He unties my bra and then reaches his hands below me to cup my naked breasts. They rest like pendulums in his palms, and I moan restlessly as he kneads them.
“I want to see you,” I say, slurring my words.
His hands leave my breasts, and he gently rolls me onto my back. I may be as naked as the day I was born, but he is still one hundred percent fully clothed.
He gets off the bed and stands, soaking up my hungry gaze while he drops his jacket to the floor. First he unbuttons his shirt. He untucks it and lets it hang open while he thoughtfully removes his cufflinks. His eyes don’t leave me once. When his cufflinks are removed, he shrugs the shirt from his shoulders, and I heat up like a kindled fire. His upper body is perfect. I gobble up his broad shoulders and cut biceps before my gaze falls to his ink.
A dove in flight amid a tongue of fire takes up the whole left side of his torso.
I sit up. “Is that the ...?” My voice trails off.
“The Di Santo crest,” he answers. “Every made man in our family has it.”
I swallow. “Were you ... made?”
“Not officially, but Sav and I got the ink at fourteen. Being born into the family made it kind of unavoidable.”
