Page 43 of Stolen Christmas
“You are the most tempting Angel to have ever existed.”
I spin around with a gasp. “You’re home?”
“I told you I would be.”
“I know, it’s just…” My heart races as I stare at him with his tie undone and his face haggard. It looks like he’s had a terrible day, and yet he’s staring at me like a wolf hungry for his next meal. “I just didn’t expect you to…”
He stalks closer, hunting me. His suit jacket slides off his shoulders, a man on a mission. “What, to keep my promise? You’re going to learn a lot about me, and one thing is that as long as I can, I will keep my promise to you.” He cups my face in his strong, calloused hands. I see one is bandaged, and I want to ask what happened, but I know he won’t tell me, so I bend my head and kiss the white wrapping.
“I’m sorry.”
He tilts my face to meet his gaze. “Don’t be sorry. We don’t know each other, not like we should.”
“Luca, I don’t understand you.”
“Right now, I don’t understand myself.” His nose rubs against mine so tenderly that my heart does a little dance in my chest. I lick my lips and step back to look into his eyes. He smirks and says, “One thing is for sure; I know what I want.”
“And what’s that?” My pulse skyrockets, vibrating my entire body because our desires are matching each other. I crave this dangerous bastard.
“You. That outfit is meant to torture,” he growls, shaking his head as he ogles me.
“I don’t think that’s what it was meant for.”
“You have no idea, my dear. That baby is barely concealing that gorgeous body of yours. Every sensuous curve is barely hidden. I want to tear it from your body, but it would be a travesty to waste such a beautiful gown that I want to see you in over and over again.”
He licks his lips slowly, looking over my entire body like it’s a treasure enticed by this gauzy, sheer outfit. “I’m glad you like it. It’s from one of the collections that the stylist picked out for me.”
“She did a great job; it matches your complexion, but I believe it would look better on the floor.”
“Then I believe you should take it off me now.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.” His mouth crashes down on mine, devouring me in a deep, penetrating kiss, losing control. I want him, and I need him. His fingers slip underneath the straps, pushing them over my shoulders until they fall down my arms.His tongue traces a path down my neck and follows my gown to the floor, his lips slowly kissing my stomach and then my hips.
“Fuck, I need to consume you, Angel.” He lifts me off my feet and carries me over to our bed where I lay completely bare, and then he spreads my legs wide while he stands at the edge of the bed, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. His chest heaves as he stares.
“Luca,” I whisper, lifting my foot and rubbing his hard-on through his slacks.
“Baby, you’re going to come several times until you pass out.” He tugs his shirt free and tosses it before emptying his pockets and then whipping off his belt. Then, his strong hands work off the pants and underwear all at once, standing up to stare at me with that dark, hungry look. His huge cock bangsagainst his flat abs like a timpani mallet. He takes his massive dick in hand and gives it a good stroke, teasing my gaze. Damn. My eyes trace his tattoos. He has several that connect down his shoulder to his hand, and I want to run my tongue over them. His tatted hand slips between my thighs. “Fuck, your pussy is soaked, Amore.”
“I’ve been anxious for your…return,” I confess.
“Good girl. I won’t leave you waiting any longer.” His face disappears between my legs just as his tongue worships my kitty like the unselfish lover he is. I’m moaning, clinging to the sheets, thighs clenching, hips lifting as he pushes a finger inside and then two, scissoring inside me. My toes curl and I cry out, coming hard, heart pounding, falling for a bad man but an amazing lover.
He smirks and kisses his way up my body. The tip of his cock reaches my entrance, and I’m still throbbing. He’s going to tear me apart, and I’m going to love it. Inch by inch, his thickness buries deep inside me, staking me, dominating my hole. I’m stretched out to the max, and I’m trying to breathe because I’m so turned on by this man.
“Are you ready for number two?”
“If you can handle me,” I tease, feeling bold. He chuckles.
“I plan to make you come even if I come inside you before then. I’m not getting out of your tight pussy until you explode for me the way you do when my tongue delves into it.” His thighs take control as he rocks in and out of me. Sweat forms on our skin as we grind harder, our bodies completely connected. His mouth moves over my face and to my throat while his left hand teases the side of my breast and the right cups my ass. On an angle, he pumps into me, and the movement amplifies the pleasure. I can’t hang on any longer, and I scream out another deliciously blissful orgasm just in time for him to give me his.
“You completed your mission,” I sigh, my breathing erratic as he rests his weight on his elbows and leans over me.
“No, I haven’t. That’s just the beginning. We have a long night ahead of us.”
“Oh, no, I’m going to be too sore.”
“Are you?” he asks, his hair falling forward in his face. I brush it back, and then he kisses me gently.
