Page 64 of Cardinal House

His tongue laps over mine with long, languid passes, and soft little sucks before he nips at the tip, nibbling on my lip and he tastes me like I’m something new but old, strange yet familiar.

Love untwists and expands between us, growing and swelling until my nails are biting into his arms, his hands cupping my cheeks tighten and burn.

And then he fucks his tongue into my mouth, biting hard at my lips, our teeth knocking together as he draws back from my swollen pout, using his thumb to force open my jaw, his eyes flicker between mine, and then he spits into my mouth, licking over his saliva on my tongue, groaning deep, and I’m swallowing him down.

“Turn around for me, baby,” he whispers over my bitten lips, licking over them one at a time, the top then the bottom. “Put your hands here,” he instructs, his own coming over mine as I turn around, his chest to my spine, and he wraps our fingers over the top of a headstone. “You say stop, I stop,” he breathes, but he doesn’t hesitate then, he doesn’t wait for me to answer, to nod, to reply, he just thrusts his cock into me from behind and clamps a hand around my neck as a scream drops from my throat. “That’s it, Luna. You feel so good, such a good girl for me, fuck, fuck, that’s it, like that.” He praises and murmurs and groans, biting into my neck as he wraps his giant body over mine.

“Wolf,” I groan, a thick crack to my voice as my head drops forward, his splayed fingers holding me up with the hold he has on my throat. His dick pistons into me, our hips clapping together, fingers of the other hand laced over stone, “Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never stop, I’ll give you everything you need, everything you want. I’ll bring you every head of every man you demand, my deviant little ghoul.” His teeth sink into my throat, and I pant for breath as he bites, fucking into me harder and harder, and without any warning I explode.

My pussy milks him as I forget that’s he’s behind me, existing only in the pull and push of pleasure. His teeth scrape down the back of my neck, my hair hanging forward of my shoulders, curtaining my face. Dull teeth score my skin and then in no time at all, my cunt squeezing him hard, he thrusts in deep, holding himself still, and groans into my shoulder as he sinks his teeth in further.

My release ebbs and flows as his cock twitches inside me, setting off another climax. This one a soft, warm wave of pleasure that falls over me, and has my mouth dropping open in surprise.

“That’s it, Luna, come on my cock, you’re squeezing me so good, Little Moon, so fucking good, baby girl.”

Wolf nuzzles my neck, kissing my spine and then he’s pulling me down, into the crispy grass, still inside of me, his front to my back, but he’s cradling me in his lap, kissing my hair and petting my skin.

Reverence.

That’s how he holds me.

“I love you, Luna,” he breathes in my ear, his heart pounding in time with my own through my back.

“I love you, Wolf.”

Chapter 29

Luna

Vito’s home is grand.

Marble floors and walls stretch through every room, Every surface hung with expensive art, gold, crystal chandeliers on every ceiling, and designer furniture in every available space.

It’s nothing like Cardinal House, with its old stone, creaky floors, and history. This is clinical and cold and unhomely.

My skin itches where I sit on an expensive couch in a room the size of an echoey ballroom. Ceilings as high as a skyscraper and the long wall in front of me, just beyond this cluster of chairs, is made of all glass, showing off the manicured gardens and lawns.

It’s uncomfortable, looking at a man who looks so much like me, but also, not at all.

Vittorio ‘Vito’ Gambino has a strong jaw decorated with a neat black stubble, pursed lips and a strong nose. His eyes are bright, icy-sky blue dressed in decadent curls of thick black lashes. A head of thick, black hair, straight, just like mine, styled neatly to one side of his head.

He smells like rose and lemon and a little bit like what I imagine to be the sea, salty and clean.

Vito is calm as he sits before me, a glass and chrome coffee table between us topped with an array of teas and coffees, sweets and pastries.

It is only the three of us in the large room, Vito, Wolf and I, when we first arrived, the men standing around like sentry soldiers made me not want to enter, so Vito just… sent them away. He didn’t worry about security for himself, he didn’t do it to be disrespectful to Wolf, making him feel like he’s not a threat, but to make me comfortable.

Nobody argued. Nobody baulked.

But there were a lot of eyes on me that I wish there weren’t before the room cleared out.

My knee jumps and I wish it wouldn’t, my foot unable to stay flat on the floor. I’ve got on a black sundress, a pale blue cardigan over the top, and that huge white bow in the back of my hair, pulling back the wavy strands from my face.

But Wolf is here.

His thigh pressed up tight against mine, black jeans and a white t-shirt on his muscular body, his inky hair pulled back in a bun. His fingers are laced through mine, the back of my hand pressing against his knee, his holding me solid and firm.

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