Page 67 of Thief of my Heart

It was intoxicating.

My heart raced as his hands moved to my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. The anticipation and desire mingled in the air, creating a tantalizing tension between us.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I bit my lip, unable to form words as his hands traveled higher, teasingly close to where I craved him most. My body trembled with a mix of longing and excitement.

His voice was low and husky as he continued to tease me. “Should I guess?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

His fingers danced along the inside of my thigh, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing second. His touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.

“Is it this?” he murmured, his fingers inching closer and closer to my center.

I moaned softly, my head falling back as he slowly stroked me through the fabric of my panties. My body arched into his touch, silently begging for more.

He chuckled seductively. “No? How about this?” His thumb brushed against my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.

“Yes,” I whimpered, barely able to get the word out.

My body hummed. I shoved off his coat, then twined my fingers in the soft cotton of his undershirt. The fabric strained against the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, making him look like a god among men. His tattoos snaked around both arms, swirling around broad shoulders, cut muscles, straining forearms, and disappearing down his chest.

He paused, and I held my breath, wondering if he was going to leave me again or reveal that this was all some cruel joke. But then he growled with pure desire as he slid my panties down my legs, over my heels, and down to the floor.

“I need to taste you,” he said as he pushed me to lean back on the counter.

My skirt slipped up my thighs, followed by the brush of his lips.

“Michael?” My voice was halfway between a warble and a purr. Once again, we were in completely new territory.

“Trust me, Tess.”

His lips brushed against my inner thighs before settling on my clit. My body trembled as those large hands roamed over every inch of me, mapping out my curves with an expert touch. I couldn’t control the moans as he settled his mouth over the core of me, licked and sucked, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

“Yes,” I begged, my hands gripping his dark hair as I urged him on. He added one finger, then another, until I was filled completely, calling his name as I reached the brink of ecstasy.

But he didn’t stop there. He kept pushing me higher and higher, his voice a deep rumble against my most sensitive parts.

“Let go, my contessa,” he commanded. “My queen. Let it all go.”

And so I did. Writhing on his face, I exploded in a frenzy of pleasure that left me weak and quivering in his arms. Right there on my grandmother’s counters, without a thread of shame about me.

Eventually, Michael drew me back to reality and then kissed his way back up my body until he was seated between my legs once again.

It only made me want more. “Come here…” I spread my thighs, pulling him closer.

One broad hand wove its fingers into my hair before he kissed me. “What do you want, baby? What can I give you?”

I felt drunk on the taste of him. The taste of me on him.

“I want…you,” I whispered before biting lightly on his bottom lip.

He groaned. “Christ, Lea. Here?”

“Upstairs.” I set his hands on my thighs, urging him to take what he so obviously wanted if the strain of his pants was any indication.

Me, I wanted to sink into him, wanted to dive into his very soul until he knew the truth that I was only starting to figure out for myself.

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