Page 254 of Legacy
I smirk against her skin, then pull back, standing slowly. Her hands slip from my hair, eyes open, wild with anticipation.
I unbuckle my belt.
She watches, rapt, licking her lips as it slides through the loops.
She said teach her.
I will.
I take her wrists gently but firmly, guiding them together.
Her brows furrow. “What—”
“You want me to teach you patience?” I rasp, looping the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight, tying her to the cupboard handles above. “Lesson one, Tesoro.”
Her mouth opens, then closes. She swallows hard.
Good girl.
“Keep your hands to yourself and let me finish,” I command.
Her eyes turn molten.
Good.
I drop back into the chair, my hands bracing her thighs and pulling her closer to the edge until the belt tugs. She squirms, breathing shallow now, arms stretched above her, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm with my hunger.
She’s soaked.
Dripping.
And all mine.
“Perfect,” I murmur, dragging my tongue slowly across my bottom lip.
“Tied up, spread wide, and fucking trembling for me.”
She tries to twist her wrists, testing the belt, testing me, but it holds. So does she.
Barely.
“Angelo,” she breathes, a whisper and a prayer.
I lean in and press my mouth to her pussy like it’s the only place I’ve ever belonged.
Because it is.
One long, unhurried lick from entrance to clit and she jolts; gasping, shoulders pressing back against the cupboard, thighs clenching around my head.
But I don’t stop.
I devour her.
Tongue moving with purpose, nose buried deep, lips wrapping around her clit as I suck, then slow, then circle again. I alternate between soft flicks and deep, greedy strokes, like I’m tasting her soul.
She moans, loud, unrestrained. Her head tips back and she forgets to be graceful. Forgetting everything but me.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “Dios, your mouth—”
