Page 28 of Legacy
She’s fucking breathtaking beneath me; hair wild against the sheets, mouth parted, skin warm where mine meets hers. I kiss down the soft line of her throat, tasting salt and wine and something sweeter that feels like hers alone.
But it’s those sounds…
Fuck, those sounds.
The way her breath catches, the little moan when my lips drag over her collarbone. It spurs something dark and possessive in me.
She wants this.
She wantsme.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, my hands at the hem of her cream sweater—still stained with wine. It’s the last barrier between us, this thin knit and whatever slip of underwear she chose this morning.
I could tear it off.
I want to.
But instead, I pause. My thumbs brush her skin. My breath catches.
“Are you sure?”
She stares up at me with those wide, dark eyes, pupils blown and lips parted, and nods.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, voice thick with want.
Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging me back down to her, and I go willingly.
The sweater peels away from her body like a ribbon unraveling, soft and slow. I toss it to the floor without looking because I can’t stop looking at her.
I’ve seen her body before.
But this time?
This time it’smine to savor.
Every curve, every inch of soft golden skin, every dip and swell and mark of the woman she is—mine.
I kiss down her throat, my tongue tracing the flutter of her pulse. I grip her hips, her full waist fitting in my hands like it was designed that way. My mouth finds her breasts, tongue circling one perfect nipple until she gasps my name and arches into me.
Fuck.I could spend hours right here.
“Your body is a dream,” I murmur against her skin.
Her eyes flutter shut. I feel her body relax beneath me, just slightly, like I unlocked something she’s never let anyone touch before.
My hands trail over her hips, gripping her as my mouth works lower, kissing every curve like it’s sacred. The scent of her wraps around me, making my head spin.
Her breathing hitches when I tear the lace between us, fingers brushing where she’s already soaked for me.
“You’re so wet,” I whisper, almost to myself. “You want me that bad?”
She nods fast, lips trembling. “Yes. Please, Angelo.”
I groan. I’m so hard it hurts.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above where she wants me, and then meet her eyes as my fingers slip inside her.
Her back arches off the bed, a cry escaping her mouth.
