Page 96 of The Empress

She makes the sound that drives me wild, and it has my body caging hers to the counter. My hands move down her body, and I grip her breasts, massaging them roughly so I can brand her with my touch.

“God,” she gasps into my mouth before I smother her with a filthy kiss, which should give her an indication of how I plan to fuck her.

Deep and rough.

Cazzo,I want to ruin her completely.

I let go of one breast, and when I cup her through her jeans, I can feel how fucking hot and wet she is for me.

Breaking the kiss, I rasp, “You’re on fire for me,principessa.”

Haven takes desperate breaths as she looks at me through her lashes that are lowered over her eyes.

So fucking sexy.

Wanting to push her to the brink of madness like she’s done with me, I pull away and swipe my thumb over my bottom lip.

Smirking, because she looks completely out of it, I ask, “Should I continue making dinner while you recover a little?”

“Dinner?” She shakes her head then remembers what she was doing before I seduced the fuck out of her. “Oh, right. Dinner.”

Laughing, I walk toward the doorway. “I’m going to shower while you finish up in here.”

When I step into the foyer, I hear her mutter, “Just what I need. A mental image of him naked and wet.”

“And fucking hard,” I call out. “You can always join me.”

I climb the stairs, and walking into my bedroom, I leave the door open in case a miracle happens and Haven decides to join me.

Fuck, I’ll probably come in seconds again.

I was so fucking desperate for her last night after eating her out, the instant she touched my cock, it was game over.

I switch on the faucets in the shower, and after stripping out of my clothes, I step beneath the spray. Not giving two shits that Haven can walk in on me, I palm my aching cock.

Gesù Cristo.

Remembering how hot and soaked Haven was when I cupped her pussy through her jeans, I begin to stroke myself slowly.

My fist tightens more and more with every stroke, and my muscles tighten. Water runs in rivulets over my heated skin, and I let out a groan.

Movement draws my attention, and I watch as Haven slowly comes into the bathroom.

Dio, miracles do happen.

I don’t stop, but continue stroking my cock, my thumb swiping over the swollen head.

Her eyes drift over my body, desire bleeding over her face and parting her lips as she takes her time to admire every inch of me.

The air tenses with our powerful attraction for each other.

My voice is low and commanding as I say, “Take off your clothes,principessa.”

I torture myself with slow strokes while I watch as she pulls her shirt over her head. She unhooks her bra, and my hungry gaze feeds on her breasts. I drink in the sight of her stomach and abdomen, and when she shoves her panties and jeans down her legs, I have to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming at the mere sight of her pussy.

Hoarse as fuck, I plead, “Beg and I’ll make you come until you don’t remember your own name and scream mine.”

Instead of saying the words I want to hear more than anything, Haven comes closer and steps beneath the spray with me.