I waste no time devouring it, planting kisses and teeth and tongue along every inch. I’m doing everything I would have done to that sinful mouth of hers.
But this will do. It will have to do.
“Rocco.”
I look up at her through hooded eyes. “Physical, see?”
I tug her hair again, earning me the most delightful sound. With a satisfied smirk, I pair my next assault with a bite at the base of her neck. The combination causes her to curl her body toward me, submitting herself entirely.
Just how I like it.
“Do that again,” she demands, her voice thick with lust. “I want your mark on me.”
My next bite at her neck is one that I fully relish in, my tongue dancing around the mark and sucking. Hard. The possessive brute within me encourages me to claim what is rightfully mine.
And her gasps in return are so devastatingly rewarding I have to palm at my crotch to ease some of the tension.
Suddenly, her hands are there as well, as if sensing my desperation. She’s fumbling with my belt in her eagerness.
“Careful now,” I say as I lick the entire length of her neck. “I won’t stop.”
“Then don’t.”
It’s all the permission my depraved brain needs.
My hands are on her chest next, tearing away at her blouse in one swift movement as she desperately tries to rid me of my pants.
The bra beneath is scandalously small, accentuating the generous curves of her breasts with thin lines of black lace.
I preferred it when she didn’t wear a bra at all.
“No.” Her hand slaps against mine as I attempt to pry the slip of material away. “You’ve ruined enough of my underwear.”
I growl at the memory of her panties giving way to my teeth. Her palm at my crotch only prolongs the noise.
There’s nothing in this moment besides her. All I can smell, all I can think of isCassandra. Cassandra.Every move she makes, every sound that escapes those sweet lips only draws me further into this trance.
She squeezes at my crotch again, and I realize she’s managed to remove my pants entirely. Her fingers wrap themselves around my shaft.
Fuck. I need her. Now.
“Rocco!” she half squeals as I suddenly stand, dragging her up with me.
It feels almost practiced the way she immediately wraps her legs around me. I stride out of the room, trying to remember through the fog of lust where my fucking room is.
But then her lips are there again. On my cheeks, in my hair. Everywhere on my face besides my mouth.
“Angioletta. Mi ucciderai.”
This woman will be my end.
I move faster than I ever have in my life, pushing through doors with reckless abandon as I try to dislodge her.
But God. Those kisses. Those lips. That tenderness. I am lost entirely to it.
It’s no use.
She has already taken my heart.
