Page 40 of Intrigue
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of this…of you…” he groans, voice cracking with want. He probes a finger between the lips of my sex and artfully massages my clit until all the power disappears from my bones, from my mind and from my soul, leaving me a panting, desperate mess. “You turn me into something of an animal. I want to fucking devour you, Selene.”
“Sandro…stop teasing me and fuck me, God damn it. I need it—need you—now.”
He drops his head to my breasts, sucking my nipples one at a time, roughly, like he wants to pull them off. He strokes, twirls and licks until there’s nothing left inside of me but the desire to accommodate him, to die with him, impaled on his cock, lost in his filth.
And that’s when he thrusts in. I let out a sharp gasp as he hits that delicious spot and Sandro stops. He doesn’t slide out or move, just stays inside of me like that, hands in my hair, cock pulsing like it owns me.
“Sandro?” I feel him throb inside me.
“Hmmm?”
“What happened?”
He shakes his head, breath shaky. “If I move inside of you right now, I’m afraid I’m going to come so fast. Give me a minute, baby. Let me feel you clench around me first. You’re so fucking tight, it’s killing me.”
I swallow hard, pulsing with a need as he settles inside my wet pussy, stretching me, filling me. And then finally, finally—
He slides deeper into me until I can feel him nearly hitting my core, a brutal, delicious invasion. He shifts his weight and grinds and my head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream. The impact is like a car hitting a brick wall and I feel it everywhere—shattering me, remaking me.
“Mmm…yeah…just like that…fuck me harder, Sandro…”
He thrusts in and out of me without a pattern for a brief minute before finding a rhythm and pounding my pussy. He’s not particularly fast or rough but he fucks me like that, like this is something he’s wanted for way too long—like I’m his to destroy.
His sweat clings to me and mine to him, our bodies slick and fused. The sounds of his heavy breathing, my loud moans and our wet bodies meeting reverberates in the room but we don’t care. The need to empty out our desires is far too great so weboth fall into the passion recklessly, clawing at each other like animals.
I want him.
He knows.
And he fucks me like he wants me too, like he’ll die if he doesn’t have me.
Screw the power play!
“Can I come? I want to come…please, Sandro, let me…”
He grunts his response but does nothing to his punishing rhythm. Most men change the pace when they hear a woman’s close to coming and that just shatters the rhythm. I know how terrible it is to compare Cassian to Sandro but I do it anyway, deciding nothing can ever compare to the way Sandro seems to know me—knows how to unravel me until I’m a screaming, sobbing mess.
How he knows to bring me an orgasm that’s wanton and wild, filthy and free.
I’m crying in his arms as I release, feeling like I’m floating, breaking apart. “Sandro…oh God, fuck…oh…mmmmh, yes, fuck me through it…”
He pulls out of me then, even though he’s not yet close, drifts downward between my legs and buries his head in my pussy. He swipes his tongue between my lips, licking and sucking and tasting my orgasm in his mouth, groaning like it’s his fucking lifeline.
“You’re delicious.”
He kisses the bud between my thighs, laps it with his tongue and teases, dragging me back to the edge. I buckle beneath him but reach over to gather a fistful of his hair, pulling hard.
“I like eating you out. I like tasting all of you. My God, you’re amazing and always so fucking wet for me, so fucking mine.”
I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t even think I’m capable of forming comprehensible words at this moment, so Isay nothing but fall into the sweetness of his tongue thrashing inside of me. He fucks me with his mouth until I’m whimpering again.
He comes up again, slides into me and moves, cock slamming back where it belongs. This time, he’s faster, grunting as I whimper, capturing all that I am and all that I’ll ever be. There’s no going back for us now, me especially, so I give in to him, letting him use me as he wants, letting him wreck me until I’m nothing but his dirty little toy.
“Selene, baby…” he drawls and stiffens, voice breaking with need.
That’s how I know he’s coming. I shift my body closer to his and melt into his warm embrace, greedy for every drop. He empties himself inside of me but refuses to pull out, spilling hot and thick, claiming me from the inside out. His breathing is in my ear and on my skin, but I feel his cock the most, still throbbing and dripping inside of me, marking me as his.
“I’m not letting you go again, Selene. I can’t…fuck, I won’t.”