Page 99 of Milo

The days were wild, tensions were high, and we were wrapped in emotional armor.

We were unwilling to shed our masks, unable to free ourselves from the shackles of fear.

We were trapped in the second circle of hell.

Until now.

As we slowly undress each other, the world seems to still, all the noise fading away until we're the only two people on earth.

Just us.

Moonlight reflects off Milo's face as he feasts upon my lips, his fingers gripping the roots of my hair, his hand tracing the soft edges of my curves.

Our tongues mesh and melt and meld together in heavenly perfection; every flick, every lick, every kiss more powerful, more intimate, more tender than anything I've ever experienced or will ever experience in my whole life.

Whatever you want, Kiara, it is yours.

And it is mine. I can feel it. It's in the way he's touching me, it's in his shallow breathing, it's in the melodic beating of his heart. It's in his lingering kiss.

I can taste his promise. It tingles my lips. It fills my heart with faith.

Milo pulls back, brushing his nose against mine as he rasps, "Resta con me per sempre."

My breath hitches as I meet his dusky eyes, my heart thudding in my chest. "If you want me to stay with you forever," I whisper, gliding my palms over the taut, muscular ridges of his shoulders. "Don't give me a reason to leave."

Milo closes his eyes, his jaw clenching as he cups my cheek, his thumb grazing my lips. "I cannot promise that, tesoro. There will be days where you will loathe me and wish me dead."

At least he's being honest.

"Okay, in that case—" I guide him to the edge of the bed, my calves bumping against the king-sized mattress. "Instead of giving me a reason to leave, give me a reason to stay."

"That—" Milo lowers me down on the sateen sheets, hovering over me as his erection feathers my midsection. "I can do."

Anticipation and arousal collect in my belly as Milo settles himself between my legs, parting my thighs. I expel an airy moan, fisting the bedding as his tongue sails across my succulent folds, whirling, teasing, nipping at my sex.

"Oh my God," I whimper, lacing my fingers through Milo's hair, keeping him in place as he quickens his pace, sucking savagely on my swollen clit. "Fuck, yes. More. Please. Oh my God."

"More?" A guttural groan escapes the back of his throat as he curls two fingers inside of me, pushing in and out in steady, controlled motions. "Is this what you want, Kiara?"

"Yes! Fuck!" He reaches my G-spot, expertly pushing me closer to the edge until a divine flash of release blinds me. My legs tremble as I come all over his lapping lips. "Holy shit..."

With a wolfish grin on his face, Milo peers up at me from between my legs, his mouth glistening with my juices. He licks his bottom lip, smirking. "I am not finished with you."

"I know," I breathe in a languorous state, grabbing onto Milo's neck and pulling him flush against my sated body. "Not even close."

I rain wet kisses down the slope of his neck as his arms wind around my waist. Rotating our bodies, Milo nibbles on my earlobe, his hands kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. The sharp sensation of his touch spears heat into my aching core as I slide my hand down the length of his torso, curling my fingers around his pulsing erection.

A low moan tumbles from his lips, his cock twitching in my hand as I dip down and drag my tongue along his hard shaft, leaving streaks of saliva on every bit of his pink veiny flesh.

I don't tease him. No. I give him everything he wants but I take my time. We have so much fucking time. Milo sweeps my hair off to the side so he can look at me as I taste him, savor him, consume every last inch of his cock.

"Come here, tesoro," he rasps, caressing my hairline as my head bobs up and down, my hand stroking the wetted girth of his dick. "I want to feel you."

Milo sits up, running his hands over every crevice of my sensitive body as I straddle him, my wet sex rubbing against his throbbing cock. He grips the base of his shaft and lines it up at my entrance as he devours my lips in deep, passionate, celestial fucking kisses.

There's something different about the way he's holding me. There's no aggression, no dominance, no power.

It's balanced. Even. Harmonic.

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