Page 76 of Milo

He wants me. And I so desperately want him.

So, fuck it.

He wins.

I lurch forward, clutching onto his shirt as I slam my lips against his. Our teeth crash, scraping against one another as our tongues collide— sloppy, wet, ravenous.

He tastes like sin and salvation, a sinister gift straight from the fiery pits of hell, but his lips, his perfect goddamn lips, make me feel, in the purest of forms, like a fucking angel.

A deity. A goddess. A saint.

"Fuck—" A low groan rumbles in his chest as I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. Hard. "Kiara..."

I've activated him.

He yanks the satin robe off my shoulders, his possessive hands floating down my bare spine. He pulls me flush against his body, his erection pressing against my core. A moan tumbles from my lips.

"I will incinerate you, tesoro," he whispers across my lips, his breath like honey— succulent, sweet, fucking addictive.

"Do it…” Heat collects in my stomach, coursing through my needy veins, igniting a dormant desire that's screaming to be let out. "I dare you."

"Be careful what you wish for."

His hand grazes down my heaving chest, so light, so delicate, so agonizingly slow.

"Everything I touch turns to ash.” His lips flutter against the soft shell of my ear. His hand pushes up my teddy, teasing the hem of my lace panties before sliding his fingers lower and lower and?—

Oh my God.

"Then burn me.” I arch into his fingers as they coax open my slick folds. “Fucking burn me."

"You are not a phoenix, tesoro…” He flicks my sensitive nub, his left hand raking through my tangled hair. He tugs on my roots, forcing my eyes to meet his. My scalp throbs from the pain, the pleasure, the aggression in his touch. "You might not survive."

"You underestimate me.” I bite my lip as I grind against his long thick fingers, hoping to create more friction, more movement, more pleasure.

"No, Kiara—" He drags his hand away from my pulsing clit. "You underestimate me."

Keeping his hungry gaze locked on mine, he brings his hand to his lips, his tongue swirling around the glistening moisture on his fingertips. My heart batters my chest with need.

"Mmm, mia dolce ragazza."

Bastard.

"No—" I drag my palm down the length of his lithe body, stopping at the waistband of his pants. My fingers slip under the thick fabric of his jeans, and I stroke his flesh, teasing him. With a smirk, I sink down on my knees, my heart racing as I unclip the top button and release his erection. His long, thick cock springs forward and I snake my fingers around the base of his shaft. "You really do underestimate me."

Milo cups my jaw, his thumb parting my lips, tilting my head to meet his darkened eyes.

"Kiara, there is no going back if you do this." His voice is gruff, hoarse, taunting. "You will be mine. Only mine. Do you understand?"

No going back.

It's a warning, a disclaimer. But I don't care. This is it. This is what I want.

Him.

"Yes," I whisper, panting with desire, with anticipation, with uncontrollable lust.

I flick my tongue against his tip, the salty flavor of pre-cum seeping into my taste buds, aching my core, making me hot, flush, confident.

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