Page 79 of Devil's Iris
His tongue caresses every crevice of my mouth, the kiss devouring me, stripping me of air until my knees threaten to give out and a helpless whimper spills into his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, his chest is heaving, his eyes all fire and lust as they sweep over me. And then, before I can even catch a breath, he lifts me into his arms—swiftly, effortlessly—like I weigh nothing at all.
My stomach flips as I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs locking around his narrow hips. As he starts walking, I bury my face into the warm curve of his throat, breathing him in—his musky scent tangled with chlorine from the pool going straight to my head, making me dizzy with want.
That combined with the hard thrum of his pulse beneath my lips, the heat of his breath ghosting across my cheek—it’s too much. I squirm in his arms, tightening and loosening my legs around him, dying for some pressure on my clit.
He groans, his grip on my waist clamping tighter, yet his steps stay maddeningly slow as he carries me up the stairs. Each wet drip from our clothes splatters against the stairs, every sound another tease, another reminder of how badly I need him to hurry—and how much he won’t.
His chest muscles shift under me as he pushes open a door, and I lift my head to see where he’s brought me. My breath catches, lust momentarily forgotten.
It’s a sunroom—or something similar.
Perched at the very peak of the villa, the small room is made entirely of glass—the walls, the ceiling, every surface laid bare to the sky.
A crescent-shaped lamp sits in one corner next to an armchair, unlit, though the space hardly needs it because of the moonlight pouring through the glass walls, bathing everything in silver luminescence. The panoramic effect is so complete that it feels less like a room and more like we’re suspended in the heart of nature itself.
Leaves from the tall trees outside lean towards the windows as if trying to get in, and beyond them, the ocean roars, wild and alive, waves seeming to lap at the edges of yet another infinity pool just past the glass door. The rhythmic crash of the waves fills the air, punctuated by wind whispering through the branches, brushing the leaves against the glass.
I can only stare, breath still caught in my throat, utterly wordless as the scene swallows me whole.
Romero slowly lowers me at the foot of the bed, not even sparing a glance out at the spectacular view before his mouth is on me—kissing my cheek, trailing wetly down my collarbone, biting, licking, setting my skin ablaze.
A gasp rips from me, my entire attention now fully back on him as my arousal flares back to life with an almost angry force. My fingers thread into his hair, tugging as his name slips out of me like a prayer—or a curse. I’m not sure which.
He pulls back just long enough to strip me, his hands rough and efficient, but his jerky movements betraying his impatience. The soaked fabric peels away from my body, dropping to the floor with wet slaps.
When I’m bare before him, goosebumps race across myskin—not from the cold, but the way he’s looking at me, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.
“Jesus Christ, Leni.” His voice holds pure awe, making me feel like the most beautiful thing in the world, surrounded by all this natural beauty. Like maybe I am worthy of that nickname he gave me—bellezza.
His eyes devour every inch of my skin, heat sparking everywhere his gaze lands, coiling low between my legs until my whole body prickles with need. He lifts a hand to my collarbone, gentle in contrast, and my nipples pucker hard, tightening almost painfully in response.
“You’reexquisite,” he murmurs. “I almost don’t want to touch you—because I don’t want to ruin you.”
But you’re going to anyway,I think, and the thought sends a sharp shiver down my spine.
His palm climbs up to my throat, fingers wrapping firmly around my neck. My pulse hammers against his touch, and I know he can feel it—this wild, desperate rhythm that he’s created. “I’m going to fuck you so hard your life will never be the same. But first, I have to break you in gently. Get that needy, virgin cunt ready for me.”
The filthy promise swirls around me, and my lips part as my head tips back, heavy and helpless.
The next moment blurs—Romero’s grip on my neck guiding me backwards, the soft give of the mattress beneath me as I land, elbow pressing into the sheets. His weight that follows, climbing up my body with a slow inevitability until he’s hovering above me. Then his palms planting firmly on either side of my head, caging me in as though he’s afraid I might try to escape from him.
But the truth is, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
My gaze drops to his lips, slightly swollen from our kisses downstairs, and before I can think about it, I’m reaching up, threading my fingers through his damp hair and yanking himdown. His mouth crashes against mine, all heat and tongue and desperate breath.
I arch up into him, moaning deeply as my nipples press into his soaked shirt, the friction almost unbearable.
He deepens the kiss with a growl, his presence flooding every one of my senses until all I can see, feel, and think about ishim. He kisses me until I’m drunk on his taste, until I can’t tell where his mouth ends and mine begins.
Then his lips break away, trailing along my jaw, down my throat. A startled sound escapes me when his teeth graze the sensitive spot beneath my ear, a sharp bite soothed by the molten swirl of his tongue.
His mouth travels lower, licking a path between the valley of my breasts, tongue flicking one peaked nipple, then the other, until I’m writhing beneath him wantonly. I need that hot mouth wrapped around my nipple right now.
“Romero…” I whimper, my voice trembling with the force of my need. It’s scary just how much I crave this man.
He responds with a low growl, like I’ve just unleashed something darker inside him. His wandering lips reach my belly button, but he ignores it while his fingers skim down my sides to my thighs, spreading me wider for him with casual authority.
