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He grinned and brought his face a little closer. “You know a woman with self-preservation would either beg for her life or shut the fuck up.”
“Judas.” I slowly lifted my hands and ran my fingers along his jawline. “Then I wouldn’t be able to tell you to fuck me in this bed while you hold a gun to my head.”
He shut his eyes and leaned into my touch drawing in a deep breath. His lids lifted and silver locked onto brown. Time as I knew it came to a screeching halt as he pressed the muzzle of the gun fully against my lips and pulled the trigger.
The click sounded so much louder this time around. Reality came roaring back the instant Judas’ mouth claimed mine. I heard metal hitting the marble floor, subconsciously registering that he had tossed the gun.
My hands found their way into thick silky hair.
My tongue wrapped around his in a kiss that was carnal and passionate. The comforter disappeared and clothes were torn off without any kind of order.
Deft fingers slipped beneath the hem of my tank top. The feather-light brush of his skin against mine had my stomach doing somersaults. He broke the kiss and pulled the top up and over my head, exposing my full naked chest to the cool air.
“Bella,” he murmured. His eyes briefly locked with mine, and the look on his face sent another wave of arousal coursing through me. With only a bedside lamp lighting the large room, darkness shrouded everything around us. His gaze traveled back to my chest where he held it to watch as it rose and fell in rapid succession.
“Perfezione.” He leaned down and placed a kiss between my breasts, quickly coming back up to do the same along my jawline, slowly moving upward.
His lips were so soft, every kiss searing me with a need that had an unbridled, desperate kind of hunger pushing me to sate it.
“Judas,” I breathed out.
I took his face into my hands and pulled him back to my mouth, sealing my lips over his. The kiss was rougher than before, somehow more carnal. I dropped my hands to his shirt and managed to undo the first two buttons before I said screw it.
I gripped the fabric and began to pull. More buttons popped open while a few broke free and went sailing across the room. He assisted me in removing the shirt, revealing his entire upper body. I broke the kiss this time with a gentle shove. I needed to see him.
Understanding exactly what I wanted he moved back without complaint or refusal and the second he did my mouth went dry.
His body was insane.
The perfect, smooth skin shaded with ink and stretched across a well-defined six-pack I could count by tracing over every line and ridge. Everything about his torso was perfectly proportioned and toned. I looked him up and down homing on the massive print that was making his slacks tent.
I stared until it felt like my eyes would burn straight out of my head. I exhausted Judas’ patience. He captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, biting into my lower lip until I whimpered, my pussy clenching from the sting of pain.
His hands went to the waistband of my sleep shorts and underwear, dragging them both down. I lifted myself slightly to help him get them off.
It was his turn to stand back and look at me. I fought the urge to hide and cover-up. I was a size four or five these days with full c-cups and undeniable curves that supported my thick thighs and ass.
I loved my body and had always been comfortable within my own skin, but I wanted him to like it too. I kept my hands by my side and bared my all to him for the first time in years. His ravenous gaze traveled over every inch of me like a possessive caress against my heated flesh.
When his eyes came back to mine the predatory hunger, I once knew so well was blazing in them. Oh, so slowly and without breaking our connection he began to undo his slacks.
The belt came first, the jingle of the buckle had my stomach somersaulting again. The top button was undone, and the zipper pulled down. With the same unhurried pace, as if he knew I was close to begging, he lowered the pants over his hips along with his navy drawers. A dark trail of hair led me straight to a patch of curls where his long, thick dick jutted away from his solid stomach.
I rolled my lips and squeezed my thighs together.
“Spread your legs, principessa. Show me my pussy.”
I couldn’t make myself voice a refusal. I wanted him in a way that bordered on manic, but that was how Judas and I had always been. We were chaotic and tumultuous, but damn did we know how to make that work.
