Page 24 of Violent Attraction
This is a moment that I have waited on for years and I’m not letting it slip from my grasp.
Her mouth is sweet.
Her curves feel amazing against my palms.
The skin that’s exposed is just as soft as I dreamt it would be.
“Tell me to stop.” I say against her lips, my tongue dancing along hers.
“No,” she’s able to mutter out the word all the while taking my bottom lip between her teeth.
My hands travel down from her waist to her ass. Her globes feel perfect in my palms, and I grip them as tight as I can to bring her body closer to mine.
“Tell. Me to. Stop.” I grind her body against mine, the height difference helping me out when I lift her off the ground.
“No,” again my bottom lip gets nipped at the word.
Whatever fierceness that she has in this curvaceous body of hers, is coming out as the seconds go on and I fucking love it.
I love pushing her buttons, and if this is the side of her that I get when I do, then I will continue doing it.
Lifting her up more, I give her enough of a leverage to wrap her legs around my waist, the dress that she is wearing getting pushed up and exposing her legs.
Fuck.
“You look beautiful tonight,” my lips leave hers and travel down her jaw to her neck, sucking on any open skin that I can.
The second I saw her walk out onto the courtyard, she took my fucking breath away.
Her body was covered in a black silk material that accentuates every inch of her. Her hair was tied back, and she looked like the perfect symbol of a woman.
I wasn’t the only one that saw her though, her father’s men that filled the courtyard also saw her. I saw it in their face that they were thinking perverted thoughts about their boss’s daughter.
My taking her away from that party might have also been because of them.
“I didn’t think you would notice,” she sounds breathless and the way her hips are grinding against me. She wants more of whatever it is we are doing.
“I noticed.” I place my lips on the space where her neck meets behind her ear and suck. I create a vacuum seal against her skin, ultimately leaving my mark. “I notice every fucking thing about you.”
“I doubt that.”
Isabella continues to grind her little body against me, giving me the opportunity to feel the heat coming from her pussy against my hardening dick.
“Bella,” the fact that she doesn’t believe me angers me. “There is nothing about you that I don’t know.”
The grip I have on her ass tightens, to the point that she lets out a yelp when my fingers dig into her skin, as I walk us over to my bed.
My lips separate from her skin for only a few seconds to lay her at the center of the bed, before they are back to exploring every single inch of her.
“I noticed how your school skirt got shorter and shorter whenever I was around. I notice how good your body looks when you are wearing nothing but a string bikini. I notice when you cut your hair more than an inch. Noticed how you changed the way you do your make up. Notice every piece of fabric that has covered this gorgeous body. I noticed every fucking thing about you, so don’t tell me I didn’t.”
I don’t give her the chance to say anything, I just place my mouth on hers, harsher than necessary, and explore every inch of it that I can.
Her legs wrap around my waist again, one of her hands lands in my hair and she brings me closer to her.
“Santiago,” she pants out when I pull away.
“You’re wearing too many articles of clothing,” I flip her onto her stomach, heading directly for the zipper that is holding her dress together.