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She moves her thigh, pressing it against my erection, but not hard enough to cause pain. “Why should I be the one begging when you want me as much as I want you?”

“Because that’s the only way I’ll let you have me,” I whisper into her ear. I kiss her ear, tracing the length of her neck with my kisses as my hand explores the swell of her breast.

She smells so good and feels so good I can barely hold back the ravenous need surging through me. “You’re driving me crazy, amore.”

She looks straight into my soul, her eyes filled with desperation, mine filled with untamed desires. “Then kiss me.”

Chapter Thirteen

Isabella

My back hits the wall, my legs wrapping around Vincent’s waist as he lifts me from the floor and carries me to his bedroom. We’re still kissing, both our lips meeting with primal need, neither of us wanting to let go.

Vincent lays me down gently on the cool sheets, his fiery gaze locked with mine. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. The air hums with anticipation as we slowly peel away the layers separating our skin from this overwhelming desire.

When he rips off my red lacy panties, the only piece of underwear I’m wearing, he groans. “Fuck, amore. You’re a work of art. So, fucking, beautiful”

His compliment zaps through me like lightening, igniting a pulse between my legs. I reach for his shirt and tear it off him, exposing the ripped muscles underneath.

“If I’m a work of art, then you’re the canvas,” I say, trailing his perfect body with my fingers. He looks so strong, so unbreakable.

Vincent lifts my leg, kissing my toes and exploring my legs up to my thighs.

His touch is electrifying, igniting every nerve ending within me. His hands trace a path along my body, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he kisses me once more. I shiver beneath his touch, my body arching in response to the sensations that consume me.

His lips leave mine, trailing searing kisses down the curve of my neck. Each tender brush of his lips against my skin sends shivers cascading through my body. I lose myself in the intoxicating rhythm of his caresses, yearning for more of his touch.

As his lips descend lower, desire coils tightly within me, mingled with an exquisite ache that demands to be satisfied. The world around us fades into oblivion when he parts my legs and kneels in front of me, burying his head between my legs and sniffing me in. “You smell so good, amore. So intoxicating.”

He pushes a finger against my clit and I groan. I’m sensitive and needy right now. I don’t want him to tease me, I just want him to please me. Fuck me. Then I feel his tongue and electricity washes over me, zapping from between my legs to my brain and rendering me thoughtless. “Fuck, yes!” I grab his hair, tightening my fist around it to keep myself from spiraling out of control. The pleasure I feel is too intense.

Vincent groans his disapproval, staring at me with dark eyes before he stands.

I lift my head, confused. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer as he strides to the drawer at the other side of the bed and pulls out…cuffs? “What are you going to do with those?”

He smirks wickedly, then he grabs my hands and cuffs me to the headboard. I don’t resist. Although sex hasn’t been anything more than a sport to tame my sexual cravings, sex with Vincent is different.

Since the first time at the warehouse, my body has craved his. His kisses and his touch are more than any I’ve felt before. He reaches into my soul and somehow heals the deepest parts of me.

Somehow, our connection is deep.

I pretend to try and free myself. “What is this? You have weird fetishes like this? How many women have you cuffed to this bed?” I mean the last question. My chest feels heavy at the thought of another woman naked and cuffed here, her breath ragged for him. To my dismay, I like the idea of having him all to myself.

Vincent slides his fingers through my hair, positioning my head where he wants it. He lowers his face to mine, then he steals a long, ravenous kiss from me. When he pulls away, he licks his lips as if I taste like heaven. “Don’t ask questions, amore. The only thing I want to hear tonight is you moaning my name or whispering dirty words to me.”

Holy hell.

My stomach coils, my heart races. How the hell am I supposed to act when this man says stuff like that to me. I earn a breathtaking smile from him when I nod like a good girl.

He returns to his knees, his hands gripping my legs and parting them before he latches onto my clit, sucking and licking and tongue fucking me.

I lose control of my body as raw, undiluted pleasure swamps me. My moans fill the room and I hear myself pleading for more. “Yes! More!” Oh god, yes. This must be paradise. Heaven. My eyes roll back, my body tensing.

I thrash and writhe, needing to break free from the cuffs before the pleasure swallows me, and it does when he slides a finger inside me, his tongue ravaging me. “Vincent…Fuck.”

“Moan my name,” he purrs. “I like it when you moan my name.”

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