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“The killing kind.”
I blink at him, waiting for the terror to race down my spine. It doesn’t. The thought of my husband being home makes me want to run and hide, but the fact that Alessandro sits just a few feet from me after he apparently ended someone’s life, doesn’t scare me at all. The only things that terrify me are the need to curl onto his lap, and the belief that it will make everything better.
“And why did you need such an extreme distraction?” I ask.
“To stop thinking about you, Ravenna.” He rises from the recliner and takes a few steps until he’s standing at the foot of my bed. “I’m afraid it didn’t work.”
He grabs the edge of the bedcover. The fabric slips from my hands as he tugs and throws it to the side. In my sleep, my nightgown has ridden up to my waist, leaving my lacy blue panties on full display. My breaths quicken as Alessandro’s eyes slowly travel up my body and stop at my mouth.
“Do you like Pietro?” he asks without removing his gaze from my lips.
“He was a friend of my father, and he was always nice to me.”
Alessandro’s eyes move up, meeting mine. “Let me rephrase the question. Do you want him to keep breathing?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, please don’t ask him to drive you home again.”
His eyes glide down again and rest between my legs.
I bite my lower lip and lean back in bed, sliding my hand into my panties. “Why do you care who drives me home?”
“I don’t,” he barks as he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward the end of the bed.
The feel of his skin on mine as his palms slowly drift up my legs makes goose bumps break out all over my body. They follow the path of his caress as he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and meets my gaze. His eyes are two dark pools, and a storm is brewing in their depths.
“Tell me to stop,” he says in a strained voice.
I press my lips together and lift my hips in invitation.
Something flashes in his eyes. The tempest clears for only a fraction of a second, letting me glimpse the hidden secrets beyond. There one moment and gone the next, obscured once more by passion and desire. I didn’t have time to grasp what they were, his secrets remaining locked.
Once he slides the lacy material off, Alessandro kneels on the floor and buries his face between my legs.
A moan escapes me at the first stroke of his tongue over my slit. I’ve never experienced oral sex before, never even considered it. It’s too carnal. Raw. I didn’t think I’d feel comfortable letting a man get so personal.
Another slow stroke and then I feel Alessandro’s tongue slipping into my core. I glide my fingers over his short hair and open myself wider to give him greater access.
“Faster,” I whimper.
He ignores my plea and continues at the same pace, slowly sliding his tongue in and out. Torturing me. His palms caress my thighs, my skin burns everywhere he touches. When he reaches my ankles, he moves my legs apart, opening me even more.
“I’ve imagined doing this for days,” he says between licks. “Eating your pretty pussy. Seeing if it’s as sweet as I suspected.”
“And is it?” I ask, absolutely shocked by my words.
“Yes. Even sweeter than in my fantasies. A forbidden fruit, sure to send me straight to Hades now that I’ve dared to taste it.” I can feel his breath fan my skin as he inhales my scent. “I’m doomed.”
A tremor starts at the base of my spine and then washes over me like a wave as he feasts on my pussy, each stroke of his tongue slightly quicker than the last. He moves his left hand along my inner thigh and slips his finger inside me while continuing to torment me with his mouth. My back arches as I suck in a breath. Wetness pools between my legs, dripping over his face while I tremble. Alessandro keeps lapping up my juices, sliding his finger in even deeper.
“Come for me, my emerald-eyed angel,” he whispers between the licks and presses his lips to my clit, sucking on it.
White light explodes behind my closed eyelids. Alessandro keeps ravaging my clit, and just as I start to drift completely out of my mind, he slips another finger inside.
I scream.
It’s loud and wild. A shrill of passion, but also freedom. The ecstatic cry of a liberated soul, finally freed of its shackles.
