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I try to pull away from his grasp, but he doesn’t let up. This man is so confusing. If I’m not good enough to be in his bed, then why does he touch me? Why did he hold me down and lick me till I shook? Why does he keep fucking baiting me then leaving me like a fish out of water?
“Let go of me, Dante. I want to go to my room now.”
His eyes darken as he raises an eyebrow at me, his hand not moving in the slightest.
“You’re going back on your wish so quickly? Have I already frightened you before I even-”
“I’m not fucking scared of you! I’m just trying to get you out of my system so I don’t have to keep thinking about you. I’m so fucking tired of thinking about you! I just want to be free of you.”
He pulls me closer, his lips moving against mine as he speaks.
“You want me out of your system? Fine, but just remember you asked for this. Querías el veneno que soy yo.”You wanted the poison that is me.
I open my mouth to protest and he takes that as an opportunity to seize control of it with his tongue. His hand is still around my throat and his other goes to my long hair, wrapping the ends of it around his fingers so he can pull it back roughly, angling me the way that he wants. I let him do it. I let him use and manipulate me to his liking becausefinally.Finally, he’s touching me. Finally, I can scratch this itch and be done with him.
He’s all over me to the point that I am consumed by him. He is touch, taste and sound. He is every part of me and I don’t know where we separate and become our own people anymore. I kiss him back with need, my hands clawing at his biceps and tingling at the way his muscles bunch beneath them.
He pulls out his phone and presses a few buttons, all the while he is still tormenting me with his mouth.
“I don’t need the entire staff seeing you. This is for me and me only.” He says that with a darkness, so that I know this isn't even for me. It’s for him, anything and everything is always for him.
He backs me up and lays me down on the rug. The fabric is warm from the flames of the fireplace, but my skin is already burning from his touch. I look up at him as he stands over me. His hair is wild and dry now, his shirt wrinkled from me gripping him so tightly. I let my eyes travel down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants, his erection growing and meeting his thigh. I squirm in anticipation and his eyes darken to almost black.
He’s watching me so intently, like his eyes are trying to memorize every curve and part of me. He sinks to his knees and downs the rest of his whiskey, his Adam's apple bobbing and making me grow so wet that I know the silk of my panties are soaked. I start to unbutton my shirt, my fingers working all the way down until my entire torso is bare. I can feel my nipples poking through the fabric of my nude, silk bra.
Thank God I wore a somewhat sexy set of lingerie.
He licks his lips as I raise my hips to take off my pants, the fabric sliding down my long legs and pooling at my ankles. His hands begin taking my shoes and my bunched pants off, sliding up the length of my thighs when he's done. I shiver at the roughness of his palms against the softness of my flesh, liking the contrast a little too much. His fingers bypass my underwear and I whimper in protest, the sound making his jaw tick.
His hands rise to my breasts, hovering over them and making my nipples pucker in anticipation. He looks me dead in the eye as he tears the bra open from the front, baring my breasts and leaving the scraps to rest against my arms with my opened shirt.
“Exquisita.”Exquisite.
I begin to reach for him, but he stops my hands in an instant, shaking his head slowly and clicking his tongue at me. I frown in confusion.
“I think I like you best in silk.” With that, he rips my panties down from my legs and pulls my hands above my head, tying my panties around them, creating a tight bind. He tests them to make sure they're secured. I stare at him with wide eyes and he lowers his mouth just above my nipple, his warm breath tickling me in the best of ways.
"Dime que pare."Tell me to stop.
My mouth is dry and I can't reply because I'm biting my lip from need. My back arches so that my breast kisses his lips and that's all he needs for a response. He's immediately feeding on my breast like it's his last nipple.
I let out a low moan and he growls in response. It makes me smile, this new way of communication for us. I think I prefer it the most.
He travels down the valley of my breasts and to my navel, dipping his tongue in and making me squirm. I arch my hips to him in offering and his rough hands immediately grab my ass, bringing my sex almost a breath away from his lips.
He starts by kissing me gently, whispers of his lips across my hip bones, but I grow impatient and he can sense it. His dark chuckle vibrates against my skin and goes straight to my womb.
"Ask me nicely."
"Just do it." I beg. He licks from my hip to my navel, staring me directly in the eye.
"Do what, Esmeralda?"
He's going to make me say it?
I feel a flush creeping to my cheeks, and it makes him raise an eyebrow at me.
"Taste me." I whisper. He stares at me for a long moment before closing his eyes and diving into the flesh of my pussy. I let out a long moan and lose myself in his dark kiss.
