Page 90 of Sins of the Orchid

His scruff tickled my neck as he trailed downward, pausing over my collarbone. “Santi,” I sighed. Languid heat spread through my veins, and I shivered.

He ran a thumb across my skin, his calloused fingers a contrast to his gentle touch. His other hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands. He pressed his mouth on mine and a shuddering breath left my lungs.

“Zio and my brother are gone,” I murmured against his lips. “Only your guards are keeping an eye on me.”

A dark chuckle left him. “Only I am keeping an eye on you.” His breath was hot in my ear. “For the next week, you are all mine.”

I have always been yours.The silent words vibrated through me, and nothing had ever rung more true.

His teeth nibbled on my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. Tilting my head to the side, I gave him better access to it. His right hand came up the front of me, his fingers wrapping around my neck.

It was exhilarating. So constrictive. So thrilling.

“Mmmm.” I leaned into his hand and his fingers squeezed slightly tighter.

“Harder?” he grunted the question into my ear.

“Please,” I begged. My palm pressed against his chest, his crisp white shirt the only obstruction between my fingers and his skin.

“Such a proper, greedy sex goddess.” It took two heartbeats for me to realize he hadn’t called me a sex monster. I pulled back just an inch and smiled.

“Now, that’s better,” I whispered as my fingers tangled through his hair at the back of his neck. “More fitting for me than a sex monster.”

The corner of his lips tugged upwards. “Is it now?” He pulled the back of my knees, pulling me closer, so I straddled him.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins; the sexual tension burning like an inferno between us. I could practically taste it. Our heartbeats synchronized. Chest to chest. The pressure boiled inside me; my breathing labored.

It felt right being in his arms. Yes, we were opposites in every aspect, but we fit perfectly.

His sharp clothing to my creative style.

His big size to my petite one.

His hardness to my softness.

His lips ran down the length of my throat while his grip tilted my head to the left, my body submitting to him. His scruff scraped my skin and shivers ghosted up my spine.

I sighed, enjoying his touch.

“You earned yourself a bonus.” I felt his lips curve into a smile against my skin. “I was thinking…” A soft moan slipped through my lips, and he lifted his head, his eyebrow cocked as he waited for me to continue. “Umm… I didn’t thank you properly for my birthday present.”

He sent me the most beautiful gold necklace with a handmade gold orchid pendant and engraved with our initials and the words.

From our first kiss.

To the end of our lives.

“Yeah?” He ran a thumb across my bottom lip, my hands running down his chest. “What did you have in mind?”

My hands slid down his body, his abs strong and hard under my palms. When I got to his belt, I traced it with my finger.

“I want to give you a blow job,” I whispered. His eyes flared, tension radiating from his gaze. Nerves shot through my veins. Santi had probably had women on their knees hundreds of times before. I didn’t want to be just another one of those random women. But it was something I had never done before.

Slowly leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his neck. “I hear men love blow jobs,” I murmured against his skin.

He suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head backwards, his gaze full of tension and turmoil as it pierced me. “Who told you that? Have you done it with a man?”

His possessive tone sent vibrations through my veins and a breathless haze filled my brain. His claim hit me right through my chest. Some women hated possessive men. I found that I loved it. Or I just loved Santi’s possessive ways. I was his, would forever be his. But he would be mine too.