He rises from his seated position on his desk, his full height towering over me. He leans in, bringing his lips to my ear. “That you want to be fucked, praised and devoured like you deserve to be.”
His words send a chill down my spine as desire begins to radiate all throughout my body.
My breathing increases and the only words I am able to muster are, “Please, Carmine, no more games.”
His arm outstretches toward me as I stare at the same skull and floral tattoo that stole my attention last night at The Sandy Claws. He gently guides me to the armchair I was just sitting in, forcing me back down.
He begins to unbutton his pinstriped jacket as I ask him, “What are you doing?”
Draping his jacket on the desk, he lowers to his knees right in front of me. “Considering that I invited you as my dinner guest, and seeing that we finished our appetizers, I feel this insatiable need to satisfy this hunger I feel building inside of me,” he says as he brings both ink-drenched hands to my thighs, giving them a squeeze.
“Go tell Eric to get the rest of the food then, since you rudely turned him away,” I say, trying to distract myself from the need that is brewing inside of me.
“No need. The only thing I have on the menu for this evening is feasting on your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal.”
As soon as the words leave his lips, I feel my willpower dwindle. He begins to take the fabric that drapes at my heels, rolling it up slowly, exposing my throbbing wet center.
“Carmine,” I sigh.
“You said no more games. So, I will tell you exactly what I am going to do to you. I am going to rip this pretty little dress off you so I can spread your thighs apart, burying my head in-between them. I want you to suffocate me, as I devour you,” he says with a ravenous smirk. “I have been waiting so fucking long to see the way your pussy glistens for me.”
I feel myself getting wetter the more he expresses his desire for me, but the way he emphasizes how long he has waited for this moment confuses me. As much as I want nothing more than to constrict his air as he is buried between my sex, I instinctively feel my hand reach for his, stopping him from adjusting the last of my dress up and away from my slit.
“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” I ask in desperation.
“Enough, Ms. Ricci,” he snaps.
Ignoring the aggravation, I have stirred inside of him I continue. “You said you have been waiting for so long, that implies you either know me or …” I stop. That feeling again that he wants something from me comes creeping back in. I can’t forget that I am a Ricci. Riccis were hated by just as many people as they were respected by. His name sounds familiar, but I still can’t place him. Suddenly, the desire I have for him begins to mix with fear and I don’t know which one I should give into first. I want to run but running would mean that I would be away from him. I’m not sure I want to be.
He pushes my hand off his so he can get back to what he has planned for me. “I promise you, Ms. Ricci, I brought you here for a reason. We will get to that after. So, tell me where you want it.”
“Want what?” I ask, feeling my cheeks begin to flush.
“Where do you want to come when I devour you? On this chair or the near the fire?” he asks, darting his eyes in the direction of the roaring flames contained in the fireplace.
His forward desire to please me makes the ability to form coherent words escape me. I don’t know how to answer him. I’ve never had a man be so direct in his pursuit to please me. I thought men like him only existed in romance novels, yet here he is, a living, breathing, ink-covered god wanting to—beggingto—taste me.
“I’m waiting.” He grins.
I don’t respond. Instead, I rise from the chair and make my way over to the fireplace. It’s warmth on my skin mixed with the warmth I feel radiating in between my legs renders me speechless. I lay myself down on the rug in front of the crackling flames as I move the thigh slit of my dress over. Spreading my thighs wide, I reveal my slick ache for him as he follows me like a predator out for its prey onto the rug.
“Very well,” he says as he kneels before me, spreading my legs apart even wider.
Within a split second, his tongue is catching the puddle that has been running down my inner thigh.
I arch my back and let out a moan that I didn’t even know I was capable of as he grips my hips and begins devouring me with the ravenous warmth of his tongue. He passes his tongue up and down my slit, before lifting his head slightly. I look down at him and we lock eyes.
He goes to speak between teasing kisses on my inner thigh, “I have all night,mi reina. I want you to take your time, revel in me fucking you with my tongue.”
Chapter27
Carmine
Now that I have her beneath my tongue, I don’t think I can live another day without the ecstasy she supplies my depraved soul. Her moans unleash a primal desire inside of me unlike anything I have ever experienced. It’s simply not enough to taste her, I need more of her.
I need all of her.
Nothinghas ever satiated my desires the way her sweet tang does as it invades my taste buds. I am coming to the realization as I am consuming her wet center that no one other than her will ever fill the void that has haunted me all this time. A fate I’ve quickly accepted and only hope in time she will come around to with some convincing.
