Page 40 of Tainted Obsession 1
His lips are even softer than I dreamed, caressing mine in a skillful, seductive kiss. With every flick of his tongue, hestokes the heat gathering low in my belly. My breasts feel full and heavy, and my nipples peak. I press my body closer to his hulking frame.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in a confident, domineering stroke. My head tips back farther, inviting his claim. His hand cradles my nape, holding me in a careful but immovable grip. He keeps me right where he wants me and plunders my mouth, taming my tongue with his.
Abruptly, he tears his lips from mine and kisses his way down the column of my throat. A low, wanton moan I barely recognize issues from my throat just before his teeth sink into my shoulder in a purely primal act of dominance.
I cry out at the shock of pain, even as my core contracts in response. He keeps me pinned in his ruthless bite and fists my hair in one hand, anchoring me in place. My scalp lights up with little pinpricks of pain that turn into dancing sparks along my spine.
His other hand cups my breast, palming it through his soft shirt. My nipple is hard and sensitive, straining against the fabric. He growls his approval, the sound rumbling all the way to my heated core.
My thighs grow slick with a shocking wash of arousal, an embarrassing sensation I’ve never known before meeting Massimo. I squirm, but he keeps me captive in his savage bite, his tongue tracing soothing patterns on my skin even as pain radiates from my shoulder. It morphs into dark pleasure, sending lightning strikes straight to my pussy.
Just when I think I can’t endure any more of the cruelly erotic sensations, he releases me and presses a tender kiss to the mark he left on my skin.
“Now everyone will know you’re mine.” His voice is heavy with desire and deep, wicked satisfaction.
The prospect of attending the drug lord’s party with Massimo’s bite mark on my neck causes anxiety to nip at me, but he quickly obliterates my budding concern by pinching my nipple.
His lips crash down on mine, devouring my erotic cry. Our first kiss was a careful, slow temptation; this one is savage, rough with raw need. He claims my mouth with tongue and teeth, kissing me so deeply that I barely breathe. He consumes me, savoring the taste of my needy whimpers and soft gasps as he toys with my breasts.
Even through the barrier of his shirt, my nipples tingle and throb beneath his deft fingers. His thumbs rub over them, teasing me until I become frenzied in my desperation for more.
“Please…” I pant against his lips.
I’m not sure if I’m pleading for more or for him to release me. Part of me quakes at the overwhelming carnal power he holds over me, but I don’t truly fear him. Our connection is all consuming, and I’m lost in him.
He groans into my mouth and kisses me more deeply, almost feral. With one sweep of his powerful arm, he clears the dining table. Plates smash, and silverware clatters to the floor. I gasp in shock, but before I manage to ask what he’s doing, his hands sink into my hips. He lifts me as though I weigh nothing more than a doll, laying me out on the table before him.
I stare up at him where he looms over me, his eyes burning as he studies my body.
I study him with equal intensity, my greedy gaze raking over his muscular chest and rippling abs where his robe has parted to reveal his impressive physique. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and he watches the sign of my desire with rapt focus.
His hands fist in the shirt that barely covers me, and the material tears like paper as he rips it apart. Cool air washes over my heated skin—my body is fully bare to him for the first time.
My hands fly to my chest and pussy, instinctively covering myself. His fingers encircle my wrists, and he drags my arms above my head, pinning them to the table.
“Never hide from me,” he rebukes.
I blow out a shaky sigh, modesty warring with my raging desire for this fierce, beautiful man. No one has ever looked at me in broad daylight like this; George is the only sexual partner I’ve ever had, and we always have sex with the lights off.
I take another breath and shove the fleeting thought of my traitorous fiancé from my mind. As though he read my moment of disquiet, Massimo says something in Italian. I don’t understand the words, but his cadence is low and soothing. Reverent.
Any rising doubts about our physical intimacy melt away, and I allow myself to surrender to my desire.
Keeping my wrists pinned, he lowers his face to my chest, his eyes burning into mine. I watch with fascination as his clever tongue flicks my nipple. Pleasure arcs through me, and a wanton moan issues from my chest.
His teeth graze the hard bud on an almost cruelly amused smile. He’s toying with me, indulging himself. His tongue explores the shape of my breasts as though he’s memorizing my curves. With every deviant stroke, my belly coils tighter with need. My inner walls contract, aching to be filled.
I squirm beneath him, arching my back to seek his hot mouth on my nipples. His low chuckle rolls through my body, a vibration that reaches deep into my core.
“Please…” I moan again, lifting my hips in invitation.
All thoughts have been obliterated from my mind; I’m consumed by erotic desperation.
His silver eyes sear my soul. “Say my name.”
“Massimo,” I whisper, barely finding the air to reply.
“Louder,” he commands, an almost fanatical light making his wolf’s eyes gleam.
