Page 109 of Sins of the Orchid

From the far corner of my mind, I realized we were on the balcony. Ironically, the sounds of crashing waves matched the wave of passion between us. His fingers dug into my flesh, keeping me pinned against him

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, raking his lips over my bottom lip. I craved him with a desperation and fire that couldn’t be extinguished. He consumed me.

Lifting my arms, he removed my t-shirt. Actually, it was his. More often than not, when we were home, I wore his shirts. I loved what it did to him. Something dark, primal and possessive would flare in his eyes and it sent shivers through me. Every. Fucking. Time.

“And mine,” he growled. “Just mine.”

His mouth was greedy on my skin.

“I’m yours, Santi,” I barely breathed out. His mouth moved to my neck, and I tilted it to allow him better access. He bit gently and a hiss left my lips, prompting him to suck at the skin there. “But you are mine too,” I added breathlessly. I would lay claim too.

“Damn straight.”

He ripped my pink boyshorts, the shredding sound filling the room. At this point, I was used to my panties being ripped to shreds. I fumbled with his shirt next. I needed to feel his hot skin under my palms. Somehow I always ended up naked and bare while Santi kept some piece of clothing on.

His shirt discarded on the marble floor, I started unbuttoning his jeans. This desperation was clawing at me, igniting fires through my veins. The ache between my legs begged to be eased and only he could do it.

“Please, Santi,” I pleaded breathlessly. His hand reached between our bodies, his fingers brushing over my clit and a shudder ran through me. He whispered words in Italian into my ear. I was too far gone to grasp the meaning, all I got was something about wet and hot.

“I want you,” I cried out, working myself against his hard touch, grinding myself against him. Whimpering noises trembled from my lips and he seemed to eat them up. “Please, please,” I begged mindlessly.

I hungered for him, ready to shatter into a million pieces for him. His dark gaze found mine just as he took my nipple into his mouth. All the while, my hips rocked under his touch. His mouth was hot as he licked and played with my breasts, my veins blazing with an inferno only he could extinguish.

I could die now and go to heaven. He was making me delirious. A look. A touch. And I was soaking wet for him.

When his mouth left my breasts, I wanted to scream in protest, but then I felt the tip of his hard cock at my entrance. He entered me slowly, driving my need wild.

“Santi!” I hissed. He was being too slow. This pulsing ache was driving me wild. He had made an addict out of me.

“My sex goddess,” he grunted, his smoldering gaze penetrating me to my soul while he thrust deep and hard into me.

“Ahhhh,” I cried out. A deep rush of pleasure flooded all my senses.

A deep groan sounded in his throat, and I buried my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. “Oh God,” I panted, as he pulled out and thrust again.

“Not God,” he grunted, sliding out of me only to plunge deep inside me again, filling me to hilt. “Me, baby.” He hit the spot, over and over again. He plunged deep inside me, every inch of him filling me. A soft, needy whimper escaped my lips. “Who’s fucking you, Amore?”

“You, Santi,” I screamed, reaching for my orgasm. I was so close. So damn close. Heat and flame swirled through every cell of me. A loud, throaty moan left my lips with his every thrust. I couldn’t stop them; it was like oxygen that my lungs needed to survive.

“Your pussy is mine,” he grunted.

As if he lost all control, he pumped faster and harder, each thrust stretching me. Accommodating him. My body was his.

“Going to fuck you until the entire city hears you scream my name. Take it all, baby,” he praised as he screwed me. “So good. I want to see you come for me.”

His pelvis ground against mine with each thrust, spreading fire through me. I never wanted it to end, waves of pleasure making me delirious.

He covered my mouth with his palm, muffling my screams while his other hand pushed into my hair, fisting it roughly. He angled my head up, his smoldering, dark eyes watching me with each powerful thrust.

I needed this. Domination by Santi Russo. His darkness. His possession.

My submission was only for him.

My orgasm burst suddenly and violently, sending a shudder and white pleasure through me. It was so strong, tears pricked behind my eyelids. My pussy pulsed with heat, convulsing around his cock. His thrusts shallow and slow, he found his own release right behind me. A deep grunt came from his chest. My body trembled with my own release, and I watched him through heavy eyelids as his head tilted back. All his muscles seized, and he spilled himself inside of me.

As we both slowly came down, I met his gaze, dark as night. He pulled his hand from my mouth, and I realized there were teeth marks imprinted on his hand. Mine. I must have bit his hand when I orgasmed.

I leaned over and placed a soft kiss over the marks. “Sorry,” I murmured softly, my body placid and limp after the intense release.