Page 39 of Intrigue
He pulls out his phone, turns it on and shows me the picture he’d been looking at before I broke in. “I have a dozen of your pictures from before. The ones you used to send. I saved them all. I look at them every time I have a bad day or a good day.”He chuckles but there’s no humor in his eyes, just a hollow, obsessive edge.
“I was looking at them just now because I was horny, and I needed release. Jerking off to you like some sick fuck. And now you’re here. It’s as if I conjured you up by my need. Do you understand what I’m saying? I need to touch you. I need to bury myself in you until I can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
I undo the wrap and shrug the dress off my body, letting it pool at my feet like a surrender. He hisses.
“You aren’t wearing anything underneath? Fuck! You came here bare for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes...”
“I want you like this all the time. No panties from now on.”
I nod. “You can touch me, if you want.” My voice is a dare, a plea, a fucking mess.
There’s no hesitation in his hands when his fingers brush the undersides of my breasts, rough and possessive. He fits them in his hands and squeezes, hissing again like he’s about to lose it. “You have these perfect tits, Selene, the kind that are hard to look away from, the kind I want to mark up and ruin.”
I run my tongue over my lips and bite down, moaning as he rubs his thumb over the hardness of my nipples and twirls, sending jolts straight to my core.
“Your body is beautiful. It’s what I think about, what I stroke myself to every single night since you came back. Picturing you like this, spread out, begging for my cock.”
“Sandro…” My voice cracks, needy and wrecked.
His hands drift to my belly where he draws a circle there. It lights me up, a spark to gasoline. He snakes his fingers downward to my pussy lips where he strokes once, twice, before slipping those fingers back in his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. His eyes darken considerably, doing something I’m surprisingly proud of, turning him into a beast I’ve unleashed.
“Where’s Cassian?”
I don’t have to think. “Home.”
“And you’re here because you need me more, right?”
“Don’t—”
“I want you to say it. Heaven knows I want to have you right now but I’m not going to unless you tell me what I want to hear. It is all part of the deal. Say it, Selene. Tell me you’re here to get fucked like the dirty little thing you are because I’m better than he could ever be.”
I suck in a breath. This is no show of power, at least not from me. I’d come here to show him he’s not the only one with the cards set right but I think I’ve fallen back into his web, tangled in his filthy threads. Still, he gives it to me straight by asking me to voice out my desires and while I know I shouldn’t, I give in, letting the words spill like venom.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Sandro, and I hate it. I hate that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you fucking me in my kitchen while there was a chance we could be caught. I hate it and yet…I need to feel that way again. I need you to make me come. I need you to fuck me until I can’t breathe, until I’m nothing but yours.”
I’m breathless when I stop speaking, chest heaving, pussy throbbing.
“Jesus Christ,” he sighs, voice ragged. “You’ll be the death of me, Selene. But fuck if I don’t want to die buried in you.”
But even as he says this, he’s picking me up and carrying me to his room, hands bruising my hips like he’s afraid I’ll vanish. He launches me on the bed and begins to pick apart his clothes one at a time, his fingers working at a quick pace, trembling with need.
Once naked, he climbs onto the mattress, cock hard and leaking, and trails kisses around my ankle, a deceptively tender start.
His cock bounces up the insides of my thighs as he wedges himself between my legs, positioning his frame to take me in, to claim me whole.
“Look at me,” he drawls, voice thick with command.
I do. I look deep into his eyes just to see the fire there, where he holds me deep. The vulnerability there turns me inside out—raw, jagged, a man unmade. It’s the first time I’m seeing him so torn, so unable to hold back and so desperate that my body immediately surrenders to him, wet and willing.
“You feel good. I love when you look at me slide in and out of you. Look at what you do to me…fuck, you’ve got me obsessed, Selene. I’m fucking ruined for you.”
I drip for him, soaked and shameless. Blood rushes up my body to my head and stays. I’m lightheaded and drowning in how much I want him, so I turn to my side and bend my leg at the knee, opening myself up like a fucking offering.
“Take me, Sandro. Please, please, please…fuck me until I break.”
He strokes his cock with his hand, eyes never leaving mine, before guiding his erection to my pussy. He doesn’t slide in fully but gives me the tip, just enough for me to feel like I might die if he doesn’t fuck me, a cruel tease that has me whimpering. He slides between my slick folds, wetting his erection with my juices and making me tremble against the sheets.