“Not as stunning as you.” He eases his hand beneath my shirt to cup one of my breasts.
The contact pulls a whimper to my throat. I rock against him again as he swivels his palm against the sensitive peak, pebbling my nipple.
Salvatore lets out a quiet, ragged laugh. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much in my whole life, Elodie. Never will again. You’re all I could need in a thousand lifetimes.”
A flutter that’s both love and guilt passes through my chest, but this time the guilt fades in a matter of seconds.
This is what we both want, need, are meant for, no matter where the many universes take us.
He traces his other hand down my side and around tothe small of my back, and I lean back automatically to offer myself up.
Salvatore doesn’t hesitate to accept the invitation. With his arm braced behind me, he leans over and closes his mouth over the peak of my breast through the thin fabric of my tee.
The swipe of his tongue sparks a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I hum encouragingly, gripping his thick hair with one hand and clutching his shoulder with the other.
Salvatore works me over with tongue and teeth until I’m gasping and grinding against him and then shifts his attention to my other breast. More bliss washes through my body. I find myself digging my fingernails into his taut muscles with increasing urgency.
The second he releases my breast, I yank his head up to slam my mouth into his. Salvatore’s hands take over where his mouth warmed me up, stroking and squeezing and rolling my nipples against his thumbs.
A moan tumbles out of me with the rising swell of need. I grasp the fly of his jeans, and Salvatore’s breath hitches.
He rests his palm against my cheek and meets my eyes. “If you’re ready for this, I’m not giving you your first time on a cheap-ass sofa. We’ll take it to the bed.Ifyou’re ready.”
He gazes up at me, maybe searching for any hint of the other day’s tears.
“I am,” I say, the heady beat of my heart punctuating the words from the inside out. “I want you so much. Right now.”
With a desperate growl, Salvatore lifts me off the sofa and spins us toward the bedroom I only caught a glimpse of before. As he carries me inside, he doesn’t bother with the light switch. Bright mid-day sun shines through the thin curtains to give the simple bed a hazy glow.
Salvatore spreads me out on top of the covers with apillow beneath my head. He reaches for the waist of my leggings.
“I’m going to make sure you’re ready,” he says in a low, intoxicating tone that’s full of promise. “I’m going to worship this pussy until you can’t remember anything but how amazing I make you feel. We’ll have so much time to fuck hard and gentle, fast and slow, but I’m never going to hurt you.” His smile turns cheeky. “Not unless you want that too.”
He thinks I’m a virgin, of course. Other Elodie would have been, as far as I can tell. I don’t know how to tell him any different.
I suppose in this world, I might as well be.
It was Byron I had sex with first in my old reality. Byron who won my trust earliest, who made me feel safest. But these men aren’t exactly the same, and neither am I, not really.
My ephemeral impression of the other Salvatore chuckles.“I get to have you first this time. That’ll show the rest of them.”
I don’t think the Salvatore bent between my legs is thinking about my other matches right now. His expression as he tugs down my leggings and panties together is avidly focused on me.
He leans in and takes a sniff between my legs that brings a starker flush to my cheeks and a surge of slickness to my sex. “Now that’s a fucking feast.”
Then he laps his tongue over my folds, and I’m a goner.
Every movement of Salvatore’s mouth sends me spiraling higher. He sucks hard on my clit, and I’d swear every nerve in my body tingles.
Gasps and moans spill out of me. I rock against his mouth, with a choked whimper when he hooks a finger right inside me.
He flicks his tongue over my clit and then tests the edgesof his teeth against it, all the while pumping deeper into me with that torturous finger.
I can’t hold back a needy whine. The pleasure builds and builds, expanding from my pussy to crackle through my body.
With one more stroke of his fingers and lips together, the wave crashes over me. I shudder with the bliss radiating from between my thighs and sag into the bedcovers.
The ache of desire doesn’t dissipate, though. I still need more.
