Page 93 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
He falls back onto the seat, pulling me with him, and my knees come to rest on either side of his thighs. He reaches up to my hair again, mussing it up the way he seems to like, and tugs it while plundering my mouth.
My heart races, the fear of getting caught hovering on the periphery of my consciousness.
He lifts my dress so my underwear is pressed against his pants. Then he pulls me onto his erection and swallows my moan.
My head swims as he stops kissing me to hold my face between his hands. “I need to feel you against me. Skin to skin. Just one last time.” His eyes are filled with a deep desperation, and I nod, because in this moment, I’ll give him anything.
He releases one hand and drops it to his zipper. The sound of it lowering echoes around the pavilion, and I scan the garden again, terrified someone might have followed one of us out here. When I turn back to Cristiano, my eyes almost pop out of my head. He’s released his cock from his pants and is running his fist up and down it.
“Come here.”
He slides his hands beneath my ass and lifts me until I’m sitting on his cock, which is laid flat against his stomach. The second my pussy wraps around him, I collapse into his shoulder. He releases a moan that sets my soul on fire. God, it feels like every last thing I need in the world.
My entire body throbs with anticipation, and when he places his hands firmly on my hips, I inhale a breath. He moves me softly, until my whole body sings with desire. His head drops back against the stone wall, and his eyelids flutter shut.
He’s hard and soft, feverish and freezing, off-limits yet impossible to resist.
He grips my hips and moves me slowly up and down, the friction making me see stars.
I no longer care that we’re in my fiancé’s garden and that anyone could walk out of the front door and see us. We haven’t even had the sense to hide around the back of the pavilion; we’re inside of it, on the balcony, on show to anyone who might walk past.
He places his palm over my mouth, making me realize I’ve been moaning recklessly.
Neither of us speak, because it feels just so ... damn ... good.
I’m racing toward an orgasm and picking up speed. I press down harder, feeling the ridges of his cock as they roll beneath me. Even though I can feel the climax getting closer, I have the sudden realization it won’t be enough. It will never be enough.
I want him inside me deeply.
The thought should terrify me. I’m a virgin. No one has broken my walls down, and they’ve been promised to the most dangerous man on the east coast of America.
But then . . . Cristiano.
I trust him. Ineedhim.
I want it to be him.
My hips still, and I pull back to stare into his eyes.
His lids lift and his gaze locks onto mine.
I press my palm to his cheek and suck my bottom lip between my teeth. His cock swells beneath me as I try to communicate what I need without saying a word.
His eyes narrow for the beat of a second. It’s a question.
I nod slowly.
Then his large hands are beneath my arms, and I’m being carried across the pavilion to the back. He spins around and rams me up against the wall, where he holds the back of my neck tight and silences me with his tongue. His other hand draws my knee upward and hooks it over his forearm before he lifts me up the wall. It all happens so fast. And I want it.
I want itall.
With neither of his hands free to guide it, the crown of his cock searches for my pussy, driving me mad with anticipation. When it finds my opening, our mouths pull apart, and we both look down at where our bodies are about to join.
Our breaths are deep and desperate, our chests rising and falling in tandem. He curls his tailbone and pushes his cock up by an inch. A breathy cry leaves my lips. It doesn’t hurt, but the pure shock of having a forbidden part of him inside of me is incredible.
My forehead rests on his, and I inhale the steam rising off his shoulders. “Do it,” I command. “I want it to beyou.”
He shakes his head slowly, and I’m suddenly terrified he’s going to back out.
