Page 7 of Salvatore
He reaches for my panties, and I swear a delicious burst of heat accompanies his touch as he pulls them away from my body and lifts them to his face, inhaling deeply in a shocking display of depravity. He grins as he tosses them to the floor along with my dress and then reaches for my bra, making short work of adding it to the pile.
He stares at me with the promise of debauchery and, rather than being embarrassed and ashamed, I love it.
Tonight, I am stepping away from the person who walked into his hotel room and will become somebody else entirely.
The new me.
The woman who makes her own decisions and is taking charge of her life. He believes he is buying me and his money tempting me into doing something any ordinary girl would be appalled at. But I am using this opportunity for my own agenda. I am usinghim, and that brings a soft smile to my face as I wait for his next move.
He moves fast.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around my neck, and pulls me roughly toward him, his lips descending on mine in a frenzy of ownership.
Our tongues collide and he invades my mouth like an advancing general, sweeping away any resistance and stamping his possession on previously uncharted territory.
A small moan escapes me as his hand drifts lower and his thumb presses against my swollen clit and my legs part as if he has the key and waits for something it has only dreamed of until now.
He growls, “You are so wet, angel. I love that.”
I resist answering him back because I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. I am too far gone on a journey I couldn’t turn back from if I tried.
He turns his attention to my breasts and sucks one at a time into his wicked mouth as he teases my nipples to stiff peaks. His thumb presses against my clit as his finger plunges deep inside me and I gasp as delirious heat gushes from between my legs and his growl of appreciation gives me a power I wasn’t expecting.
My eyes are half closed and my lashes flutter against my cheeks as his wicked mouth moves lower and rests against my stomach.
One finger becomes two and I push down on them, desperate for more, because it’s not nearly enough.
His mouth moves lower, and I groan as his tongue replaces his thumb, and he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and sucks gently, causing me to push up against his sinful mouth.
Nobody has done this to me before and I never appreciated how amazing sin can be as something is happening to my body that I have no control over.
It’s as if I am climbing a mountain and anticipating the view. Desperate to reach the summit, but the minute I reach the top, there is another mountain behind it. It’s building anticipation of something so marvelous it will take my breath away and I am crushed when he pulls away and says thickly, “Come with me.”
He grasps my wrists and pulls me roughly from the couch, and I’m not even embarrassed as we walk naked into another room.
I barely register the huge bed waiting for us, dripping in black silk sheets that are caressed by fur throws and I tremble as he pushes me down against the luxurious fabric and openly stares at my trembling body.
His huge cock dances before my eyes as he grasps it in his hand and pumps it hard, his eyes loaded with desire as he stares at my shivering body.
He turns and tears a condom from the packet and, staring deep into my eyes, he rolls it down the length of his throbbing cock.
“Last chance, angel,” he whispers hoarsely as he stares at me with deepening darkness and I gasp, “Do it.”
His wicked grin should have me cowering in terror, but I love it. It excites me and as I stare at the muscles straining against the ink covering his body, I almost believe I have died and gone to heaven.
He doesn’t even hesitate and as his cock presses against my sodden entrance, he stares unashamedly into my eyes.
I tense as he presses the tip inside and his soft answer reassures me. “Relax, angel. Great pleasure follows intense pain.”
Pain. I know a lot about that, and I bite my lower lip and nod. “I’m ready.”
A flicker of something different lights his eyes as he stares at me. If I had to label it, I would almost call it concern, and his voice is like silk caressing my wounded soul as he whispers, “You can change your mind.”
“No!” My voice is loud and direct and my eyes glitter with tears as I say huskily, “I want this. I, well, I want it to be you. Please.”
I hate the needy shake in my voice as I beg him to ruin me, and yet it excites me when his eyes flash and he pushes in a little more. His thumb presses against my clit and a wave of wet heat drenches the tip of his cock and his low groan causes me to relax a little as he growls, “Fuck, baby, I want you so much.”
His words give me a power I wasn’t expecting and my smile dances across my lips as I whisper, “Then what are you waiting for?”