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He prowls slowly towards me. I stand, rooted to the spot as he approaches. His eyes are twin pools of lust, burning with hunger and desire. It makes my skin prickle, my core ache. My body is abuzz with delicious fire. He stops a few feet before me, and I look up at him, my breath catching in my throat.
The air between us is thick, charged, like the storm brewing outside. His gaze remains hotly, on my face, then trails down my body in a sensual descent. It's like licking a trail down my body. I tremble, not from cold but from the raw need pulsing through me. He hasn’t touched me yet, but I feel him everywhere. His gaze is like a caress that sets me alight.
“Bellissima,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, that Italian accent curling around the word like smoke.
He steps closer, his suit jacket brushing my arm, the fabric cool against my flushed skin. My nipples harden. They strain against the air, and his eyes drop, noticing, his lips twitching into a half-smile. God, that smile. It’s dangerous, promising things I’m not sure I can handle, but I want it all. I want him to break me open, to make me forget who I am, just for tonight.
He reaches out, his fingers grazing my collarbone. It's slow, it's deliberate. The touch is electric, shooting sparks down my spine, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. His hand trails lower, skimming the swell of my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple, teasing, not quite giving me what I want.
“You’re shaking,” he says, voice rough, his eyes locked on mine. “Nervous?”
So, he's the type to talk a woman through it.
I shake my head, defiant, even as my body betrays me, trembling under his touch. “No,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I want this.”
His smile widens, all teeth, predatory. “Good.”
His hand cups my breast, squeezing, his thumb circling my nipple until it’s a tight peak, aching for more. I gasp, my head tipping back, and he steps closer, his body pressing against mine, the hard planes of his chest, his thighs, pinning me. I feel his cock, thick and hard through his pants, pressing against my stomach, and my core clenches, wet heat pooling between my legs. God, I’m already dripping for him, and he’s barely started.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” he says, and the words hit like a spark, igniting me.
I grab his shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons, desperate to feel his skin. He chuckles. “Let me.”
He steps back, and already, my skin feels bereft. I watch him with hooded eyes as he shrugs out of his jacket, then his shirt, until he’s bare from the waist up. His chest is sculpted, dusted with dark hair and abs that are to-die-for. My breath snags as my eyes catch the tattoo on his forearm. I step closer , my eyes trained on his forearm as he flexes it. My tongue itches to trace the artistry of it.
It looks like a sugar skull adorned with intricate details that seem to dance in the shadows. Delicate roses bloom around the skull, their petals unfolding like tender whispers, vibrant and full of life. The bold black lines and subtle gray shading gave the design a haunting beauty, as if the skull itself is being reclaimed by the lushness of the flowers.
This man, whoever he is, isn't someone to cross. Good thing I'm only in it for tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.
I raise a finger to trace the ink of the tattoo, my fingers shaking. He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand to his mouth, kissing my palm, his tongue flicking out, hot and wet.
My body turns to mesh. I moan softly, and he pulls me against him, his lips crashing into mine. The kiss is fierce, his tongue wreaking havoc in my mouth as he draws mine into his mouth, sucking, licking, twirling. His hands roam my back, gripping my ass, squeezing hard. I press closer, my breasts flattening against his chest, my hips grinding against his hard cock, seeking friction.
He groans into my mouth, his fingers digging into my flesh, and it makes me feel powerful. Like I’m unraveling him as much as he’s unraveling me. “Fuck,” he mutters, breaking the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking, biting, leaving marks I’ll feel tomorrow. But, I don't care.
He pushes me back, guiding me to the bed. I don't hesitate. The silk sheets cool against my skin as I fall onto it. He looms over me, his dark eyes predatory. I spread my legs, completely shameless, wanting him to see how much I want this. His gaze drops, and he licks his lips. My pussy clenches and I swallow a moan.
A low growl rumbles in his chest. “Look at you,” he says, voice thick. His hands move down inch by torturous inch. I stare, enraptured as he undoes his belt, the clink of metal loud in the quiet room. “So wet for me.”
He slides his pants off and I see the telltale sign of his erection.Fuck.I lick my lips. His boxers go next, and I suck in a breath. His cock is thick, long, hard, the tip glistening. I see the crisscross of veins mapped out like a design. My mouth waters, my core throbbing with desperate need.
He climbs onto the bed. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. I’m exposed, vulnerable, but I don’t care. I want him to take me, to fill me. He leans down, his lips brushing my inner thigh. His breath is hot and teasing. I squirm, my hands fisting the sheets, and he chuckles darkly before his tongue flicks out, tasting me.
I cry out, my hips bucking, but he holds me down, his hands firm, his mouth relentless. He licks me, slow, deliberate, his tongue circling my clit, sucking, teasing, until I’m panting, my body trembling, pleasure building like a wave. He inserts his tongue into my pussy and I nearly come off the bed. It's a ruthless onslaught on my senses. He withdraws his tongue and pushes it back in with calculated force. I cry out as I fist my hands in his hair. He quickens the pace, tongue-fucking me in fast motions.
“God,” I gasp, my hands in his hair, pulling, urging him on.
Then, he stops. I whimper.
“Shhh,” he croons.
His eyes on me, he slides a finger inside me and I gasp out loud, my hips rising to meet the thrust of his finger. He withdraws it, then inserts two fingers, curling them, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head. He doesn't stop. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out in my pussy as sloppy sounds of his fingers fucking me fill the room. I grip the sheets tight as his fingers push in harder, deeper.
I’m close, so close. I can feel my body tightening. Then suddenly, he pulls back, his lips glistening and his eyes locked on mine. I cry out as he moves off me.
“Not yet,” he says in a rough voice. “Time to fill you up with my cock.”
I watch him go to the drawers and pull out a condom. He sheathes it and returns to the bed.