Page 49 of Seduced By Darkness
“Just. Like. That.” His voice is a whisper inside my head, conjuring memories and fantasies. “Maybe I’ll fuck you with my tongue instead. Would you like that, Vi? Right here.” His cock retreats, teasing at me, testing me. I can almost imagine his tongue doing this dance.
Another inch.
If he doesn’t fill me right now, I’m going to explode.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please, what?”
“Pleasefuckme.”
Grasping my thighs, he drives into me with one smooth stroke. It’s enough to tip me over the edge and I do scream. I can barely handle it as he thrusts within me. Harder and faster. Pinning my wrists above my head, and then capturing my thigh and shoving it higher so he’s sinking so deep within me I can barely breathe.
“Thiago.” I moan again. Surely my body can’t handle this much pleasure.
“Vi.” He rests his forehead against mine, his thrusts slowing and the muscles in his throat cording. It’s beautiful to see his surrender. There’s no kindness in it. Indeed, it looks like pain as he throws his head back and gasps, flexing one more time.
But the peace that floods across his expression afterward….
I’ll remember that.
No matter what happens, I will always remember this moment.
Thiago slumps heavily against me, breathing hard as he withdraws. The slickness of his seed paints my thigh, and he traces his fingers through it as if the sensation of it gives him some sort of possessive pleasure.
I curl into his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. My dress is tangled around me. His trousers are still wrapped around one of his ankles. It makes me laugh and Thiago lifts his head to see what amuses me.
“What?”
“You keep breaking your promises,” I tease. “You said tonight would be slow, but we could barely wait until we were undressed.”
A smile touches his mouth. It’s the first one I’ve truly seen and its breathtaking. It feels like the sun rises within him, casting away the shadows of night. He’s dangerously handsome at all times, but right now, I think he could steal my heart.
“What is it?” he asks, as if sensing the sudden panic that spirals through me.
“Nothing.”
Thiago slumps back down, but his hand runs along my hip. “You say that a lot, you know?”
I go still, my heart beating fast. It’s an easy way to hide my heart, but maybe I need to stop doing that. “I like your smile.”
He rolls me onto my side, so he can see me.
“Do you?” he whispers as we stare into each other’s eyes. There’s a dangerous sense of longing within him. “You make me smile. Even when I know I shouldn’t.”
Further confirmation that this only lasts until dawn.
I close my eyes and kiss him again. “I like all the things I shouldn’t be doing with you.”
“Really?” His answer is a rough laugh as he takes my hand and curls my fingers through his.
“But I almost think I like this the best,” I whisper as we hold each other.
It’s a tremulous admission.
I trace his arms, his shoulders, those tattoos. As wonderful as the fucking is, it’s this moment that truly threatens me. I know he feels it too. He’s too still, too thoughtful. And his chest rises and falls in steady increments as if he barely dares break the truce between us.
But then he does.
