Page 36 of Thorns of Death
She got on the bed and crawled up to the headboard, giving me a magnificent show of her swaying, seductive hips. The view of her in that position nearly made me come. I wanted to fuck her like that, face down and ass up in the air.
Later,I promised myself.
She turned and lay on her back. I let my gaze travel over her pale skin. She might not be tall, but in all the ways that mattered, she was fucking gorgeous. In a Botticelli kind of way. If she’d lived during the Renaissance, artists would’ve fallen over themselves to paint her.
“Spread your legs,dolcezza,” I ordered. She complied eagerly, showing me her glistening arousal smeared all over her inner thighs. I dropped my knee on the bed and wedged myself between her thighs, lowering my head until I was eye level with her pussy. “I’m ready for my dessert.”
TWELVE
ISLA
Ihad lost my mind. Clearly.
The second Enrico kissed my folds, I lost my ability to think or talk. When the tip of his tongue touched my pussy, I just about orgasmed. My hips bucked, arching into his mouth.
His dark chuckle vibrated down to my core. “Fuck, you’re so eager. Have you missed me, too, mybellissima dolcezza?”
God, hearing that Italian accent in that low tone, oozing with sex, didn’t help me to control my libido. This man was the definition of sex.
“I didn’t miss you,” I croaked, grinding my pussy against his face. “Just your mouth and your dick.”
Another chuckle filled the space, the air brushing against my wet folds. “I’m going to fill that mouth with something more useful than lies, Isla.” Holy fucking shit! Why did I like the sound of that? “Now touch your breasts,” he ordered.
I cupped my breast, heavy and aching, and squeezed my nipple while I ran my other hand through his hair. As he licked me from my entrance to my clit, pleasure shot through me, my panting breaths traveling through the bedroom.
Enrico groaned, repeated the movement, and then pushed his tongue inside me. I threw my head back. My eyes slammed shut and electricity shot through me. My thighs instinctively closed, shifting backward, overwhelmed with so many sensations.
He let out a feral growl.
“Don’t you dare keep me away from this pussy,” he rasped, grabbing the back of my thighs and hooking them over his shoulders. He pressed his face closer to my folds and tongued my entrance. Then he began moving his lips and tongue, exploring, until he reached my clit.
He swept his tongue over the sensitive bud and another shudder of pleasure shot through me. Around this man, it was like the setting for pleasure switched “on” and stayed that way. Just for him.
Did it make sense? Fuck no. Was it smart what I was doing? Double fuck no.
Yet, I feared I’d kill any man—or woman—who tried to take him from me at this very moment. I needed him to see my pleasure through.
Tingles ran up and down my legs as he flicked and circled my nub with his tongue. The pressure inside me wound tighter, coiled until I could barely breathe. He ate me out like he was starving, swirling and sucking. My thighs started shaking.
His finger worked its way into my pussy, stretching me, and I moaned. “Oh… ohhhh… my God.”
I was almost there, hovering on the edge of the cliff, ready to spiral over. God, I wanted to feel his tongue inside my entrance. Even more, I wanted his cock inside me.
“Not even God would dare touch you,” he grunted as he slid another finger inside me. “Because you’re mine now.”
He closed his mouth around my clit and pulled on it with his teeth. My toes curled, and I could feel the orgasm building in my belly. My hips rocked against his face, my body desperate for release.
He thrust his tongue inside me again and I gasped. Toe-curling pleasure vibrated through me. He fucked me with his tongue, growling against my folds.In and out.In and out.In and out.My eyes rolled back in my head, my spine arching off the bed. The growl of satisfaction that escaped him vibrated through me.
“I’m so close,” I breathed. “Please…” I thrashed my head back and forth, rocking against him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I moved my hips, keeping his attention there. “Don’t stop.”
He nipped at my clit and immediately afterward continued sucking at it. My entire body was on fire. Sparks burned hot, then without warning, euphoria burst through me. The pressure exploded, my orgasm so loud it made my ears ring.
A scream tore through the room as my walls convulsed around his fingers. I could feel my limbs shaking with pleasure so intense, it dragged me into the dark, depraved depths. I opened my eyes to find his obsidian gaze on me, carnal and hungry. Feral.
He continued to lap at my juices, never breaking eye contact. My muscles lax, I watched him, arousal flaring inside me again. Then he crawled up, his strong body hovering over me, trailing kisses over my skin, until he reached my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. He switched to my other breast, his tongue flicking my nipple, then biting it before bringing it into his mouth to suck. I was a shuddering, mindless mess unable to stop moaning.
The throbbing between my thighs pulsed, and I writhed under him, panting. I clutched his expensive suit, the stark contrast between us evident. I was completely naked, and he was still fully dressed. I was exposed. He wasn’t.
