Page 48 of His to Have
“Let me borrow Yanna for just a minute, ladies.” He said to the room but never took his eyes off me.
Before either of them could respond or I could fully process, Teo’s hand was wrapped around my waist, guiding me to thedoor leading to the balcony. I glanced back at Sophia and Tasha. They weren’t saying a word, but their smirks told me everything I needed to know. Somehow, these two, who’d only just met, were silently communicating like old friends, and snickering under their breath with shared amusement.
I playfully rolled my eyes, but the small smile tugging at my lips betrayed how much I liked the idea of them getting along—or maybe it was how much I liked the idea of having this moment alone with Teo.
The minute he slid the balcony door shut the muffled giggles of Sophia and Tasha faded into the background, and all that could be heard was the gentle movement of the leaves, and maybe a few insects buzzing around. One hand still rested on my waist, his thumb brushing circles against my skin mindlessly while his other tugged at the end of my hair, twisting a strand around his finger.
“You changed your hair?” he smiled, his hazel eyes piercing me in the way they always had. “I like it.”
“Yeah,” I beamed. “I wanted something different for the wedding.”
“It suits you,” he murmured, before dropping his hand to fully embrace me. There was this long moment of silence. Even though only seconds passed, it seemed like minutes.
“You’re quiet. You know that makes me nervous.”
He still said nothing, deciding instead to back me against the balcony door, and press his body against mine. I could feel everything. His imposing body, his prominent print, hell, even his steady breath blowing softly against my lips. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. You know that?”
I did, but it felt different coming from him when he looked at me like I was his only peace and sole source of sustenance.
“I chose this with you in mind. I hoped you’d like it,” I told him breathlessly, lifting my arms around his neck.
Fighting my attraction had gotten me nowhere, so I decided to surrender and let my body guide my actions into doing what felt natural. If he was surprised by my decision, he didn’t show it. Instead, his hands fell from my waist, one to my inner thighs and another to my ass. A low growl echoed through the expansive gardens the instant he felt the bare skin.
“You like seeing me tortured, huh? Walking around looking like this, knowing I can’t have you the way I want... at least, not yet.”
His hand gripped my ass possessively, pulling me flush against him so I could feel exactly how affected he was.
It was thick and hard, resting against my center.
“You’re not making it easy to leave.” My breath hitched. “I thought you said you was going to behave.”
“I’m not?” His eyebrows raised, as his hand crawled up my thigh, the tips of his fingers dragged sensually over my skin.
“No, you’re definitely not.”
“Hmm. If I remember correctly, I said, ‘I’ll stay out of y’all’s way, Amore.’ And I will. After I make you cum for me. Can I do that for you? Make you cum.” His eyes turned from light hazel to a deep, smoldering amber. “I’ve been wanting to for days.”
His hand hovered over the metal button on my shorts, waiting for my permission.
Yep, he was trying to ruin me.
My head nodded unconsciously. “Please,” I almost begged.
His hand slipped into my shorts, then into my panties. “Abbipietà” He muttered, almost painfully when his finger plunged into my slick walls.
I gasped at the intrusion. Not one, but two fingers filled me, curling just right to draw out a desperate moan. Pumping in, then out. Slowly. Torturously. And so aware of the effect he had on me.
“How’re you already this wet for me? Hmm?” He murmured so close to my lips. “It’s a fuckin’ flood down here.”
My body curled into him instinctively at his words.
My nipples were... hard, poking through the white fabric. The cool breeze made it worse. Almost needier. His gaze dipped. A wry smile crept up his face before his thumb glided over one stiff nipple. It was slow and knowing, while he declared, “One day, you’re gonna let me have all of you. Not just your body, Amore. Your trust. Your heart.” My pussy thumped as he slowly and methodically pumped his digits in and out.
When his thumb flicked at my pearl, my low moans became soft cries. My eyelids fell and my head fell back to meet the door. I lost the fight and completely surrendered to the pleasure.
“Open your eyes, Amore. Don’t hide from me.” He placed a soft kiss at the curve of my neck before dragging his nose along my skin, and breathing me in. “I wanna see.”
My response was a soft whimper and a low cry, but I obeyed. Because why not?
