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“Oh no, you're not getting out of this that easily. I'm calling your bluff.” Flipping me onto my back, Bentley grabbed my wrists and lifted them above my head as he tore the envelope from my hand. “How dare you, Rosabella D'Angelo?”

“Rosabelle? That's my name now?”

Nodding, he asked, “Do you like it? It means beautiful rose.”

He was holding me in place, tucked against my mound as he split my legs open with his hips. I could feel his hard cock as he shifted his waist. My body reacted, nipples turning to stiff peaks as his piercing dark brown eyes held me hostage.

“I love it.”

With gentle fingers, he brushed loose strands of hair out of my face. “I like this.”

“Like what?”

“Seeing you happy.” Kissing me softly, he whispered into my mouth, feeding me the words. “I love you, and seeing you happy means everything to me.”

My lips vibrated as he spoke, my skin flushing as the heat off his mouth spread over my face. “I love you too, you make me happy. I could never thank you enough for what you've done for me.”

“I don't want you to thank me, I just want you to always love me. I want us to always be like we are now.” His lips found mine again, kissing me harder. His hands curled around my wrists, keeping my arms high above my head.

Our tongues danced, swirling and licking. He tasted so good. I could kiss that man all day long. Pulling his mouth off of mine, he worked his lips down my neck, fluttering kisses across my collarbone and down my chest.

My beaded nipples tingled under my shirt as he circled one with his nose and then nibbled it with his teeth. Dragging his face across my chest, he plucked the other nipple beneath the fabric, forcing my back to arch off the bed.

With painstakingly slow fingertips, Salt ran them down my ribs, teasing the edge of my shirt. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, touching the delicate skin of my belly as he slipped his hand underneath.

Biting my lower lip, I nodded. “Yes, don't stop.” My hips rocked up, rubbing against his erection. “I never want you to stop.”

“Good,” he breathed out, sliding his hand up the center of my chest and circling my breasts one at a time. “Tell me what you want, tell me where to touch you.”

The closer he moved to my nipples, the more my body came alive. My muscles shook, my heart was pounding, my brain was slowly drowning. It was the best form of torture.

“I want you to lick my nipples.”

Pushing my shirt up, he hovered his mouth over my breast. “Is this what you want?” Flicking his tongue across my tit, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, gently rolling it between his teeth.

Moaning, I closed my eyes as he went to my other breast and repeated the motion. Gyrating my hips, I rolled my pussy against his cock, ready for him to be inside me.

“Keep going, tell me what you want.” Running his tongue down my nipple, he placed kisses across my ribs and over my belly.

“I want you to kiss me lower, and don't stop until I tell you to.”

Growling, he pushed up on his knees as he tugged my shorts down my legs. Pressing my knees open wider, Salt's eyes devoured every inch of my pussy. His face disappeared as he dipped down and let out a cool breath across my sensitive button.

Fuck, it felt so good. It always felt so good. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined sex ever being anything but sickening. But Salt knew how to warm my body, he knew how to touch me, he knew how to read me.

Lowering his face, he licked my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Mm,” cooing, I raked my fingers through his hair, and gripped the roots.

I was completely lost in the moment. There was no one else in the world right then but us. And that was how I always wanted it to be.

Pressing his tongue flat against my folds, he sucked on my clit, lapping and drinking my arousal. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, forcing my muscles to tremble and my back to shoot off the bed.

Resting his palm on my stomach, he pressed me back down, tearing his mouth from my pussy. “Not yet, my flower, I want to feel you cum.”

Sitting up on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and shifted them down his hips. The way his muscles rippled as he twisted his torso, the way the thick muscles in his legs flexed as he climbed out of his pants, it was heart stopping.

Licking my eyes up and down his body, his hard cock was standing out straight, so firm the tip glistened and the veins throbbed in need. Grabbing a condom, Salt sheathed his cock and climbed above me.

Placing his hands on either side of my head, he teased my hair with his fingers as his swollen crown nudged my entrance. Holding still, Salt gently touched my face, stroking it as he looked into my eyes.