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“You sore?” he asks as he wraps his arms around my back and begins to rub.
“A little,” I admit.
“I’ll give you a massage this afternoon,” he tells me as he kisses my neck. “Until then, let me make you feel a little better.” He drops to his knees in front of me, his big hands engulfing my hips.
My hands go to his shoulders, holding onto him there. He looks up at me, his eyes impossibly dark. I’m starting to learn they do that when he’s really turned on. I glance farther down and see his cock is hard between his thighs.
“Never been on my knees for anyone before.” His thumbs slowly stroke my hip bones. “I like being down here for you though. Only you.”
I run my fingers through his ebony hair. Yeah, I’m going to give this a try. Though I’m not sure he’s giving me an option to begin with. He’s made it clear I belong to him, I just have to pray this is always the man he’ll be. Because if he is, I have no problem belonging to him.
“Part your legs for me, angel. I’m hungry for it.” His eyes are trained between my legs.
I lick my lips and do as he says, slowly stepping apart for him. I barely finish putting my foot to the wet tile floor and his mouth is on me, urgent to have me. He’s starving for it and can’t wait another minute to get his mouth on me.
He goes straight for my clit greedily. I jerk against his firm hold, but his grip on my hips keeps me in place. Otherwise I think I would’ve dropped to the floor. He growls against me, and it echoes through my whole body.
“Salvatore,” I moan.
His tongue laps at me like a lion, and I can tell he wants me to cum. It’s his only goal. There’s no teasing as he pleasures me.
I feel a small bite against my clit, and I scream out as the climax hits me fast, rocking through my body. My legs tighten, but I’m so far gone that I feel myself start to fall. But before I can, I’m in Salvatore’s arms. He’s holding me, cradling me to his chest.
I close my eyes for a moment, resting my head against him. There’s a moment when I don’t register anything as the orgasm just runs through my body and I melt into him.
“Feel better, baby?” he asks.
I open my eyes to look up at him. He looks so proud of himself, which makes me smile. “You can do that to me anytime you like,” I manage to say before I place kisses on his chest.
“I know I can,” he says cockily.
I let it slide, still enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm.
He sits me down on a bench in his giant shower and washes himself. I try desperately to stop myself from staring at him as he does. As my eyes trail down his strong back and to his round ass, I wonder where all the scars came from. I’m sure it has to do with his line of work, but I can’t find the right words to ask. I’m guessing he wouldn’t tell me anyway. I’m sure each holds its own story of darkness that I probably wouldn’t even be able to wrap my mind around.
When he’s finished with himself, he drops to his knees in front of me and washes my body. It’s so weird to see this powerful man on his knees for me. It does something to me, just like everything about him seems to.
He takes his time washing my feet, calves, and then my thighs before pulling me to my feet and slowly washing the rest of me. He even does my hair. First the shampoo, then putting in the conditioner, lovingly petting me with each touch. I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. It almost makes me want to cry, but I hold it in, not wanting to ruin this utterly sweet moment. Instead I enjoy it without thinking about it too much.
I can’t hold back the sounds that come from me as he rubs my scalp. My eyes fall closed and I moan.
When he turns off the water, my muscles feel so much better. I feel more relaxed than ever before. Salvatore grabs a towel and dries me off.
Once he’s finished, he picks me up and takes me to the bed. He sits me down on it and then walks over to the door and opens it. Bending down, he picks up a tray and closes and locks the door again. He sets the tray down on the bed in front of me, and I watch the whole thing with my jaw nearly on the floor. This is like something out of a movie.
“Angel, I hate to do this.” He glances at the clock next to the bed. I follow his line of sight to see it’s almost noon. I’m shocked because I’ve never slept this late before. “I need to get going. I have a few things to do.” I can see he doesn’t want to leave. “I hate leaving you naked in bed.”
The look on his face as his eyes rake over me has me biting my lip to hold back a smile. He wants me all over again, just as much as I want him.
“I understand,” I tell him. He’s standing over me, still naked with his cock pointing straight at me. I lick my lips, reaching for it.
“Angel,” he chides me, right before I make contact. It’s a warning. And a promise.
He jerks against my hand, groaning at the contact. I watch as a small drop of cum leaks out. I lean forward, and his hand slides into my hair, gripping me in a tight hold. He tilts my head back and makes me look up at him. His breathing is hard as his chest heaves. I love that I’m making him like this. I bet a man like him isn’t used to not being in control. It’s probably driving him crazy. I’m the reason for all of this, and it feels powerful.
“Lick that up, Thea. You made me do it.”
My core clenches as I do as he says. I lick the pearly drop off, but I want more. I try to stick my tongue in the little hole to get as much as possible, and another appears. I press my lips to the tip and suck it off, humming at his flavor.
He tightens his grip on my shoulders, and then I’m flat on my back. He looms over me as he pushes my thighs apart with his knees. Then, with one hard thrust, his cock is inside me and I’m beyond full. It’s not painful, but there’s an ache to his weight inside me, and I moan at the sensation. His thick, heavy cock throbs as it enters, and my body tries to hold all of him as far as he can go. It’s delicious. I’m still a little sore from the night before, but the pleasure is so much more powerful.
“You’re going to have to learn, angel,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting fully back inside me. “You stole a taste. Until my baby is in your belly, all my cum goes into this cunt that now belongs to me. Every. Single. Drop.” He thrusts with each word.
I lean my head back, my eyes falling closed. I love this feeling of ownership he has over me. My body is alight with sensations and I can’t focus. Every inch of me is pulsing with need only he can satisfy.
“Eyes, angel. Give me those eyes that drive me fucking crazy.” I open my eyes and look at him. It takes everything in me to keep my eyes locked on his. They want to fall closed so bad. But he’s right. Looking at him like this while he makes love to me amplifies it a thousand-fold. I’ve never been more connected to someone in my life.
His words of possession should make me mad, but I feel myself grip his cock harder inside me, wanting the words that he’s saying to be true. That everything he’s offering me on a gilded platter is real. And even if it’s too good to be true, I’m not sure I want to break the spell.
His mouth comes down, sucking and biting at my neck. “Look what you do to me. I have no control,” he groans against my skin. “You touch me and I’m on you. I can’t help myself.” His words always come out like he doesn’t understand how this could be happening.
I feel the same way with him. Look at the way I’ve behaved with him. I’ve let him have his way with me from the second he saw me without putting up a fight. I think I’d do anything he asked of me at this point. But I don’t tell him this. He already has too much power over me and I haven’t even been in his home more than twenty-four hours.
“Angel. Have mercy on me and cum. I can’t hold on much longer with the taste of you still in my mouth from the shower.” Then he bites me right on my neck.
The pleasure and pain mix together and I come undone, doing as he begs me. I scream out his name as he grunts over and over. He moves on top of me as his warm release fills my body and I pulse around him. My orgasm moves from my core
to my fingertips and it’s like a wave pulling me under.
He gives one final thrust as I try to catch my breath, and his body goes lax on top of mine. We lie there for I don’t know how long, but finally he looks into my eyes. I can’t read his expression, but he leans down and gives me one of those slow, soft kisses that he’s a master of.
He slips from my body and lets out a sigh of complaint at the loss. He moves down my body and rests his head for a moment on my chest like he’s trying to get himself together. Eventually he stands.
“We ruined your breakfast,” he says, and I glance beside us. Everything is still on the tray, but it’s all mushed together. He grabs my hands and helps me sit up. “I’ll have something else made for you. Do you want to take it in the kitchen?” I nod. I don’t want to stay in the room all day while he works.
“I’ll take care of it.” He kisses the top of my head and disappears into the closet. When he comes out a little later, he’s dressed in a suit like every other time I’ve seen him. He goes into the bathroom, and when he comes back out his hair is fixed and he doesn’t look like he just made love to me.
Wait. Was that making love or fucking? Or just sex? Maybe it was breeding. That thought hits me hard. Is that the only reason I’m here? It’s all he seems to talk about. Putting his child inside me. I shake the thought from my head.
“Get dressed, angel. Then you can eat breakfast and explore the house if you like.” He leans down, kissing me. “Don’t wash this off.” His hand parts my legs, and two fingers run along my sex before he’s pushing them inside me. I moan just as he pulls them out and licks them then brings them to his nose. “I’m going to love smelling you on my fingers. It’ll get me through the day while I’m away from you.” He smirks, and I blush.
