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Her blush was beautiful, the pink spreading from her cheeks down her exposed neck, disappearing into the collar of my shirt. "Tony," she warned, but her eyes were filled with amusement, and I knew then, she was dangerous in the most delightful way.
The room grew heavy with silence, thick with anticipation, and I found my resolve crumbling. The allure of her was just too strong, the curve of her lips too inviting, her eyes glinting with an unexpected boldness. As if pulled by an unseen force, I bent down, capturing her mouth with mine.
Her response was delayed by a heartbeat, a pause that seemed to stretch into an eternity. But then she tilted her head, her lips welcoming mine, her arms winding their way around my neck, pulling me closer. It was as though a switch had been flipped—every fiber of my being suddenly drawn to her.
Her lips were soft, yielding against mine, and the taste of the wine mixed with her unique flavor was intoxicating. It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, my hands naturally gravitating to her waist, pulling her flush against me. The small noise of surprise she made was swallowed by our entwined lips, but I felt it—a shiver of response that spiraled down my spine, waking up every nerve in my body.
In that moment, all my coherent thoughts shattered, consumed by the sheer need radiating from me. I had to have her. I needed to feel her, to know her in the most intimate way possible. I needed her in a way I hadn't needed anyone in a long time. The realization was as potent as the wine, as electrifying as her touch, and as undeniable as the desire burning in her eyes.
She responded eagerly, meeting my passion with her own, and I pulled her closer, the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of the tee shirt she wore. I ran my hands down her sides, feeling the soft curves of her body, and she shivered, pressing herself against me.
The sound of my own heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears as I carried her in my arms toward my bed, never breaking the intense contact of our lips. We moved with a synchronicity that spoke of a deep-rooted connection, a silent understanding that had grown between us during the course of the evening.
As I lowered her onto the mattress, I noticed the way her chest rose and fell heavily, matching the rhythm of my own breathing. The soft glow of the fireplace painted her skin with a warm, inviting hue and my fingers trailed up her bare thighs, inching toward the hem of the oversized shirt.
In response, she reached up and pulled me down to her, her hands finding their way to my hair, tugging gently and eliciting a low groan from deep within me. The slight hitch in her breath told me she liked the sound, emboldening me to explore further.
With one hand, I tugged the shirt up just a bit, revealing the smooth expanse of her stomach. My fingers traced lazy circles around her navel, and she squirmed underneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips. Encouraged by her response, I moved my mouth from hers, planting soft kisses down her neck, my teeth nibbling at her collarbone.
She gasped, arching her back off the bed, and in that moment, the last bit of my control unraveled. I was caught in a whirlwind of desire for her, wanting to pleasure her in every way possible.
Surrendering to the exquisite passion between us, I let my instincts take over, ready to explore the depths of a connection that had blossomed so unexpectedly. I knew then that what happened that night would change everything between us. There was no turning back. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Chapter 8
Jude
As Tony's lips moved from mine to my neck, a shiver ran down my spine. I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin, and the gentle scrape of his teeth against my collarbone sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. My fingers buried themselves in his hair, tugging gently to keep him close.
I felt his hand slowly lifting the hem of the shirt I wore,hisshirt, exposing the skin of my stomach to the cozy air in the room. His fingers, tracing slow circles around my navel, created sensations that caused me to squirm and gasp. I heard him chuckle softly, and it made me smile.
The hand not tangled in his hair gripped his shoulder tightly as I felt him shift, pushing the shirt up further. I arched my back off the bed to aid him, gasping again as his lips moved from my neck, down to my chest.
It was too much yet not enough all at once. I'd never felt anything like the heat Tony stirred in me. It was a feeling of complete surrender, a thrilling realization that I was on the brink of a precipice I couldn't resist jumping off.
His touch, his scent, the taste of him, all combined to make me dizzy with want. I pulled him closer, pressing my body to his as if I could somehow melt into him. My breath hitched as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, the warmth of his touch lighting me up from the inside.
"Tony," I gasped his name, feeling a primal urge to draw him even closer. His eyes met mine, dark and full of a desire that matched my own. Under the soft glow of the firelight, I let myself fall, ready to explore this intoxicating connection between us.
As the snow continued to fall outside, forming a cold blanket all around, inside, we found ourselves lost in a heated storm of passion, a connection that promised to change everything. But at that moment, I didn't care about the consequences. All I wanted was Tony.
The shirt was long gone, discarded on the floor as he continued his exploration. I felt his lips trail down my stomach, pausing at the dip of my navel. The sensation caused me to squirm with pleasure, and I felt a grin against my skin. He glanced up at me, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
"Can't keep still, can you?" he teased, the heat of his breath tickling me.
He chuckled, his hands starting to trace their way back up my sides, causing me to shiver anew.
"Maybe if I tie you down, you'll behave," he suggested, a wicked gleam in his eye.
I arched an eyebrow at him, feigning outrage. "Are you implying I'm not behaving?" I asked, biting back a smile.
He smirked, leaning in to capture my lips with his. "Not in the slightest," he murmured against my mouth. "You're perfect."
My heart fluttered at his words, and I pulled him closer, not wanting to waste another moment. His mouth once again devoured mine, our banter forgotten as the storm outside continued to rage, matching the intensity of the passion between us. The rest of the world, our jobs, our responsibilities, everything else faded away as we lost ourselves in each other, caught up in a whirlwind of desire and fiery passion.
His touch was maddening, each caress sending a ripple of pleasure through me. As Tony's lips traveled further down, my mind started to cloud over with yearning.
His hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, a thrill shooting through me as he ventured down. I moaned, squirming a bit at his touch, at the way his dark, gorgeous eyes were locked onto mine.
