Page 70 of Liberated By Sin
“The trip to Philadelphia is booked,” I said, swiping at her nipple.
She arched toward me and closed her eyes. “So you’re following through on that private jet, after all.”
“I’ll take you anywhere. You just say the word and we’re there the next day.”
Her expression shifted from one of ecstasy to that of nostalgia. She had a place in mind. “Tell me where,” I urged.
Biting her lip, she tugged me back to her nipple. “I’d love to visit my hometown someday.”
“Done.” I caught the underside of her breast with my teeth, causing her to jerk away from me and laugh. How far gone did one have to be to love the sound of another person’s laugh?
“No, someday. But not yet.” Clutching my hair, she tipped my focus back to her eyes. “What are we doing?”
Her question was more than just about this moment or lying on the bar like dessert ready to be devoured. We were making plans for the future, shared plans. The thought was as terrifying as it was hopeful. I was privy to the loss and heartache that could accompany giving up your heart to another. I’d witnessed first-hand despair so great and sacrifice so absolute.
Love was not for the weak.
“Whatever we want,” I assured her, sliding off her matching red shorts and thong. I said nothing more and simply indulged in everything I’d been missing these last two days.
“Santi, touch me,” she whispered. Taking my hand, she bravely guided my fingers, and I noted the slight tremble lining her abdomen. As much as my cock ached to be inside her, I craved to soothe those last tendrils of anguish in her heart.
Grabbing a bottle of my favorite Pinot, I popped the cork and knocked back a drink before climbing onto the bar and pulling her toward me. “I got into town this morning, and all I could think of was being with you.” My fingers tangled into her hair. “You’ve bewitchedme.”
I brought the bottle to her lips and tipped it, and as she drank, the liquid dripped down her chin, and I leaned forward, licking the spilled wine and stealing what she hadn’t yet swallowed. My kiss was rough, teeth clashing together, tongue dominating hers. The urge to devour her was so great I could think of nothing else.
“Lie back,preziosa. I’m going to taste you again.”
“Right here?”
“Right fucking here.”
The corner of Amara’s mouth pulled into a shy grin, and she did as she was told.
Spreading her thighs, my mouth watered at the sight of her pretty little cunt. I’d had a taste of her, a tease that was just enough to cue my obsession. And I needed more.
“Up here,” I said, smoothing my hand over her calf and propping it on my shoulder as I tipped the bottle again and watched as the wine raced down the length of her leg, pooling at the junction of her thigh and coating her pussy. I started at her ankle with tender kisses and languid tongue strokes, chasing the taste of her where my fingers were already gliding across slick skin.
Amara gripped the edges of the bar and breathed my name when I buried my face between her thighs and rolled my tongue over her clit.
“I always knew that’s what you’d taste like.”
She pressed a stiletto against my chest. “And what’s that?”
“Mine.”
I hauled her toward my mouth, throwing her other leg over my shoulder as I feasted without an ounce of mercy. The bottle of wine was knocked off the counter, shattering against the floor. Amara startled at the sound of breaking glass, but I dipped my fingers deep inside her, refocusing her attention on where she’d be coming apart soon enough.
“Santi…fuck,” she panted, raising her arms and reaching for the counter above her head.
Watching her break for me was my new favorite thing. This stateof vulnerability was a gift, something she’d kept locked up for so long, and I was honored to be the first man she trusted. Erasing her past was impossible, but I’d make damn sure to be the only one she remembered.
“I don’t know”—lick—“if I’ll ever”—suction—“get enough of you.” I gripped her hips tighter, conscious that bruising was inevitable. But I knew she was close as she tightened around my fingers, thighs shuddering against my head. Not a single drop of her would go to waste.
“I’m…I can’t…please,” she begged, her neck arched, mouth open.
“Tell me,preziosa.” Another flick of her swollen clit, and she jolted. “Tell me what you want.”
She shook her head from side to side, lips caught between her teeth, unable to utter a word as she clamped down and shattered.