Page 38 of Thirst


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“Take off my boxers,” I order, holding her neck so she can hardly move. Her hands find my waistband, and she pulls down hard, freeing my aching cock. I want to feel her cunt clenching around my shaft, I want to own her. Leaning down I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Salvatore?” she asks, staring up at me while she takes off her bra. I love her naked. Her soft flesh already marked by my hands. I want to do so many things to her, with her. Most of them bad as hell. I want her to beg, I want to disappear inside her wet mouth. I want my palm prints on her breasts, her ass, her waist, her graceful neck.

“This can only happen tonight. Tomorrow when you meet Iggy, whatever this is, is over. You can never love me, and I can’t afford to do the same with you.”

“I know,” I whisper in her ear, my hoarse voice muffled by her hair. She’s right, but I can at least pretend I could be capable of giving her my heart, if I had one to give in the first place.

“Show me what it’s like.”

“What do you mean?” Leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw to the corner of her mouth.

“I want to know what it feels like when you make love to me,” she says, her voice breaking.

“I can’t,” I rasp, shaking my head. I take a step back, and she reaches out to me, hooking her finger under the silver cross I wear around my neck gifted by my father. His words echo through my mind; we were walking around the Vatican garden, the soft afternoon sun casting an ethereal glow over the courtyard. “Son, when you find the woman who gives her heart to you knowing all your flaws, your darkest secrets,” he says, laying his hand on my shoulder. His black priest gown flowing in the soft summer breeze.

I clutch his hand. “No one will ever love me, father.”

“You try so hard to believe you’re cloaked in darkness son, but there will come a time when she will let the light through.”

“Sal,” Paxxie breathes, her soft voice breaking the spell as the memory fades away. I push her against the door with my body, my thickening erection leaving a wet trail on her stomach while he juts out between us. We’re entirely naked and lust kicks through me, as my cock surges forward. My heartrate kicks up a notch and the fight or flight mode kicks in. I shake my head, no. I need to fuck her hard. I can’t show weakness. I close my eyes for a second, but this is what she wants. She wants softness, a loving caress but I don’t know if I can give it to her.

I grab her throat and pinch. She doesn’t try to run but takes what I give her. “I make the rules here, and what I say goes, amore. Don’t fuck with me,” I warn, applying pressure to her throat. Her pupils dilate and her breath quickens.

“I’m not,” she says alarmed. “I just want,” she says, tears rushing to her eyes. “I want to feel something else than your rage, your anger, Salvatore. I want to see you, the parts you hide in the dark,” she pleads, caressing my cheek.

My heart hammers in my throat. “I can’t,” I whisper, my voice sounds hoarse to my own ears. I don’t know what she wants from me, but I can’t give her tenderness, the love she deserves. She can get this broken man without a soul. He’s the one she can have. I can’t show weakness, I can’t let the light in no matter how hard she tries.

“Talk to me, let me in,” she begs, placing her hands on my heart above the scars.

“No, amore,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady as I press my mouth to her forehead.

She lays kisses on my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, and I let her. I groan when she nibs at my bottom lip and weaves her fingers through my short hair.

“No,” I yell, pushing her against the door.

She raises her chin, a defiant look in her stare, and crosses her arms in front of her gloriously naked body. Damn this woman is strong, she is my true match.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I growl.

“Make me,” she says, her eyes flicking to my hard dick standing at attention.

“I said,” placing both hands next to her head, my bulging muscles only adding to underline my strength. I grab the back of her head, yanking at her hair and she mewls. “Get on the fucking bed, and spread your legs for me.”

She huffs out a breath, pushing me back until my knees hit the side of the bed and she presses me onto the cold sheets. I watch as she sways her butt and climbs over me. Her pussy inches from my mouth, revealing her perky ass to me. Like an animal I’m going to mate her. Every hole is mine.

“How do you want me, Padre?” she bites out, shaking her ass for me.

“Damn, babe,” I groan, trailing my thumbs over her soft flesh. I part her ass cheeks and she throws her head back, looking over her shoulder with her soulful eyes. Pressing my hard cock against her crack she shudders.

“Damn, I’ve dreamed about your ass,” I rasp, slapping her butt with the back of my hand.

“Fuck,” she swears, her eyes spitting fire when they clash with mine as I run my thumb over her crack down to her cunt.

“You like it don’t you?” I chuckle, running my knuckles over her swollen pussy lips, her wetness coating my fingers. “Yes, you like it a lot,” I groan, swirling my middle finger over her clit. Licking my lips, I turn her around, and she yelps, bouncing on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her eyelids heavy while she wets her lips.

Standing, I tug on my hard dick watching her lean back into the pillows on her back.

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