Page 100 of Summoned
When his lips claim mine, my heart stutters. His tongue pushes into my mouth and tastes me, deep and confident. My eyelids flutter at the familiar scent of sweet blood that floods me.
His hands find my thighs and glide upward, heat following with each inch of his touch. When he lifts the hem of my dress, there’s no rush—only the quiet rhythm of his breath, the slow whisper of fabric against skin, and how he opens me up like something precious. He’s seen me bare before, but this feels different. Slower. Deeper. There’s no pretense now, no games—just the raw yearning between two people who know exactly where this is heading.
I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress over my head with a tenderness that almost undoes me. I reach behind to unfasten my bra, never taking my eyes off him. The straps slip down my shoulders, and for a moment, his eyes darken, but with something deeper. Awe, maybe.
He leans in and kisses the edge of my hip, just above the lace of my panties. Then, his fingers hook into the waistband, and with a gentle tug, he pulls them down. They catch at the curve of my ass, before I free myself of them.
He trails his fingers along the sensitive skin between my thighs, never breaking eye contact. His touch is gentle, but it ignites a fire beneath my skin.
“You say you submit,” he murmurs, “but I’m the one who’s at your mercy. And it’s been like that for a while.”
My breath catches.What he just said?The same has been true for me, since the very beginning. Even when Ihated him and feared him, a part of me was drawn to him. No matter how much I fought against it.
My mind flashes back to the card game, the intensity of his gaze across the table, and that careless instant when I dared to press my foot between his thighs, pretending it was strategy, seduction, a move I controlled.
I inhale slowly, then lean back onto the hard surface beneath me. My elbows shift back, palms pressing down behind me for support, lifting my chest toward him. My legs part just enough to catch his attention.
For a breathless moment, Gaetano doesn’t move as he takes in every inch of me. When he finally approaches me, it’s with devastating control. He kneels between my legs, palms gliding up my calves, pausing at my knees, then higher. His touch is light, like worship. His mouth follows—first a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other.
“Temptation itself,” he murmurs.
He pushes me back. My spine slides over something soft I hadn’t noticed, but I don’t complain. This kind of magic, I won’t protest against.
Gaetano spreads my thighs with his and positions himself between them. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as he towers above me—all muscles and runes, and eyes that devour me.
His hardness brushes against my core, sending a tingle across my skin. Fingers press into my inner thighs, and my heart pounds with anticipation.
When he thrusts into me in one deep stroke, I moan. My center stretches with a sweet burn that spreads through my abdomen. My back arches, my body molding around the fullness that fills me, tearing me apart between pleasure and pain.
Our breaths mingle together, and our lips meet. Hisweight settles fully over me. One hand braces beside my head, the other adjusts my thigh higher around his hip. His abdomen tightens as he shifts, lining us up with practiced ease.
He moves inside me with a force beyond the physical. Each thrust dissolves the barriers between us. Something raw and genuine beats in my chest. It’s more than just pleasure—it’ssurrenderingto a need that has been growing for days.
Soon enough, my body explodes with an orgasm that spreads from my core to every part of my being. I arch into him, digging my nails into his shoulders. The waves crash over me, deep and devouring. My breath breaks into gasps, my heart feeling like it might burst. Gaetano stays inside me, motionless, allowing me to ride out every last wave of release.
Only when the spasms subside does he pull back, dragging every inch of his hardness out with aching control. He holds himself, eyes locked on mine, his fist moving in slow strokes. Light catches the subtle ridges of muscle along his arms and chest, every line coiled with restrained power. Until his breath falters. Then he groans and his release spills over my stomach in hot streams that trail upward, gliding between my breasts.
“Baroness...” Gaetano’s gaze lowers, devouring the sight of my flushed skin streaked with the essence of him. “Now I’ve marked you not only with my blood, but with my seed.”
The words alone are enough to reignite my desire.
I’m still catching my breath when he takes hold of my ankles. Before I can fully register the motion, he spreads my thighs and lowers his mouth to my center. Heat blooms beneath his tongue as he traces over my slick, sensitive flesh, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.
A moan breaks free from my chest. I lock my legs around his head, overwhelmed by sensations. His fingers dig into my thighs to keep me open for him, and he devours me like I’m the only thing that’s ever fed him. The pleasure swells fast and thick, clouding everything. Just when I’m teetering on the edge, about to fall apart again, he pulls away.
A gasp escapes me. Before it can form into a protest, he flips me onto my elbows and knees. The heat of his body rises behind me, his hardness inching closer to me once more. He thrusts in deep. His hands anchor me by the hips, his body cages me with no way out.
I’ve always clung to control. Letting go was weakness. Needing someone was danger. Now, with him pressing into the most vulnerable part of me, dominating me in every sense of the word, it doesn’t feel like surrender at all. This is raw, primal power—power that Iyield.He takes me with relentless certainty, and somehow, instead of feeling used, I feel cherished.
And when he grips my hips harder and groans my name into the dark, I realize something that steals the last of my breath: I’ve never been freer than I am in this moment, giving myself to him completely. I’m not losing myself, butbeing myselfmore than ever.
Soon, the wave crashes over me again. His breath shatters, and the tension wracking his body breaks as he releases deep inside me.
We both breathe heavily, my fingers gripping the blanket beneath us. My thighs still shake when he lowers himself over my back and presses a kiss to my shoulder.
Before my thoughts can fully form, he rises behind me again. His hands slide up my hips, and my breath catches as his hardness brushes against my thigh, already rekindling to life.
God!is all that comes to my mind.
