Page 70 of A Taste Of Darkness

The pink on her cheeks deepened, and then suddenly, a smirk pulled on her lips—mischief in her beautiful blue eyes. “But if I wanted another man to see me like that, you wouldn’t care?”

Something spiteful knocked on my heart, tried to pull at the seams to test me, but I didn’t allow it to enter.

“Do me a favor,” I said calmly. “Lift your hips, cuore mio.”

As her hips pushed away from the stone wall, I tugged on her underwear and slid it down her long, smooth legs. Slipping her soaked underwear into the pocket of my pants, I allowed myself one more second to back out.

It took less than a second to decide that I was ready to die if Sterlie threw me away after this.

I’ve wasted almost half of my life dreaming about having one conversation with her, wishing she looked at me even if it was just for a single heartbeat. I was ready to live the rest of my life holding on to hope; I’d been a fool if I let her slip out of my grasp now.

My fingers grazed up her inner thigh, her breath fanning over my lips like a hot cloud.

“I’ll ask you again,” I said, my lips brushing hers with every word that left me. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I am.”

I kissed her. Once. Then I pulled my face away, starving us both. The tips of my fingers were only a few centimeters away from her cunt.

“Once I touch you, there’s no way anyone else ever will. Do you understand that?” I looked at her and watched as the corners of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to smile. “Say it, cuore mio. Tell me you understand.”

Her legs widened, giving my hand a bit more space. Her delicate hands reached for my dress shirt and pulled it out of my pants before her palm laid on my bare skin, discovering every centimeter of my abs.

A shiver ran through my body and my shoulders relaxed. To this day, I’d never allowed anyone but her to touch me. But Sterlie’s touch was everything I never knew I needed.

“I understand, mio marito,” she spoke. “Please, Milo. Make me come.”

“It’s marito mio,” I finally corrected, though I should’ve just ignored the mistake. Especially now. “You’re using it as a nickname.”

By now, I was sure she knew exactly what she was saying.

Sterlie smiled, nodding carefully. “Alright then… make me come, marito mio.” She used one of her hands to give mine the last push to touch her.

She was going to kill me; I was sure of that.

She was soaked. For me. Greedy for my fingers.

Me.

Sterlie wanted me.

My lips crashed down on hers, my tongue exploring her mouth as if I’d never had her before. At the same time, I coated my fingers with her wetness before finding her clit.

I barely put pressure on her clit, yet her breath hitched, and her fingernails scratched down my back. So. Fucking. Hot.

It was the first time anyone touched her. I was the first one to touch her, and I’d be the last.

A sense of accomplishment rushed through my veins and caused me to smile into our kiss.

My pulse was speeding, lust poisoning every muscle in my body. The need to bury myself inside of her grasped me by the throat and slapped me in the face like a thousand tornados.

I couldn’t fuck her here. She deserved a way better first time—far away from guns and cold walls.

“Milo,” Sterlie gasped as one of my fingers circled her opening, teasing.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, adding just enough pressure to slip the tip of my finger inside of her cunt.

Sterlie sighed deeply, nodding softly. “I trust you.”

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