Page 105 of Thin Lines (Donati Bloodlines 2)

His chuckles rocked against her sex, heating her bloodup even more. Dazed and trembling, she looked out over the crowd, feeling theorgasm beginning to build deep in her core. The swaying people, the beat of themusic under her pumps, and Calisto’s tongue on her pussy all came together inone giant clash of sensations.

She was gone.

The bliss raced through her body before she understoodwhat was happening. Her knees gave out as she shouted his name and her handsslipped on the bar.

The intensity of the orgasm made Emma sob.

She hadn’t been expecting it to hit so strong.

Calisto kept a hold on her, keeping her upright. Emmawas grateful, because she was pretty sure she couldn’t feel a fucking thingfrom her knees down. His hands skimmed up her back with that demanding touch ofhis as he kissed up the back of her dress to the nape of her neck.

“You taste like the best sin,” he whispered in herear.

Emma swallowed the emotions lodging in her throat. Hisback fitted to hers as he crowded her to the glass and shoved his pants downaround his ankles. She closed her eyes, feeling his fingers wrap around thebottom of her throat as he fitted his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Hisfingers danced through her hair, down her shoulder, and over her arm.

She wanted him to keep exploring her skin.

It was lovely.

But she wanted him to fuck her even more.

“Do it,” Emma mumbled.

“Breathe, Emmy.”

Fuck that.

“Make me scream,” she begged.

“Cristo. You’re killing me, dolcezza.”

“Please, Calisto.”

She just wanted to feel.

Her days were spent pretending like her life wasbetter than what it seemed. She had to make everyone else around her happy;they needed to believe it was real.

Calisto was the only thing that made her feel rightanymore.

Emma was just her when she was with him.

Nothing else mattered.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Missed you,” he said.

It was all she heard before he pressed a kiss to theback of her neck, his fingers tightened around her throat, and he pushed in.One sharp, quick flex of his hips was all it took and he was seated deep intoher pussy.

Emma’s body took his length in without hesitation. Shewas so wet from his tongue and her orgasm that she didn’t feel even a flickerof pain from being stretched open and filled full. It was enough to make herchest tight with need as a cry exploded from her lips.

“Fuck,” Calisto hissed into her hair.

Emma’s forehead met the glass window. She backed intohis cock, taking every punishing thrust with her own. She held onto the barwith one hand, and grabbed a hold of Calisto’s hair with her other, forcing himto stay as close to her as possible.

She wanted to hear him.

The pants.