Page 27 of Saving His Sunshine

“Do your worst, Sunshine. I can take it.”

Grinning, I straddle his waist, my hands dancing over the defined muscles of his chest. His breath hitches as I lean down to press hot kisses against his collarbone before trailing my lips down his solid pectorals.

I pause to admire the ink swirling across his skin, the lines and curves telling stories that are part of him. My fingers trace their path as if reading braille. His heartbeat thrums beneath my fingertips, beating strong.

A low growl rumbles from him, vibrating against my lips as I continue my journey down his body. His abs tense under my touch, his muscles flexing beneath my palms.

He reaches out, tangling his hands in my hair to push it back behind my shoulders. "You're so damn sexy," he groans, watching me with half-lidded eyes. The way he looks at me...it fists around my heart, squeezing out emotions that are far more exhilarating than terrifying for once.

“So are you,” I whisper, dipping my head to press a kiss just above the waistband of his pants.

He responds with a sharp intake of breath. “Careful, Sunshine.” The husky warning rolls off his tongue like sweet honey.

“You told me to do my worst,” I remind him, holding his gaze as I unbutton his jeans. He doesn’t stop me, not even when I peel them down, and his erection springs free.

I lean down again, pressing hot kisses against his stomach, each one drifting lower.

He hisses when I get too close, his abs tightening under my lips. He practically squirms, trying to get me where he wants me, but I ignore him, kissing everywhere except there—his hips, the insides of his thighs, and the dark thatch of hair beside his shaft.

“Fuck,” he groans, his entire body shuddering as he breaks. “Please, Sunshine.”

Triumph surges through me as I finally give him what he wants, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock. His strangled cry of ecstasy sends waves of heat radiating through my body.

I lick the salty drop of precum from him, my heart pounding against my ribcage. His hand finds the back of my head, his fingers tightening in my hair. He's gentle as he urges me down further, his hips lifting in a silent plea.

I take him deeper, my eyes watering as I try to take all of him. I use one hand to stroke what I can't fit in my mouth, twisting it in the same rhythm as my mouth.

"You're killing me," he groans, his voice gritty with need. He's breathing hard, his stomach muscles contracting every time I suck especially hard or swirl my tongue around him. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I let his body guide me, and judging by his response, I’m not terrible at it.

The way he trembles beneath me, his fingers twitching in my hair, makes me feel so damn powerful.

His hips buck off the bed as he groans my name in a plea for release. But before I can even move, he pulls away with a curse, his dark eyes burning into mine.

“It’s my turn now.”

“But I wasn’t—”

"Done?" he finishes for me, a devilish grin stretching across his face. "Trust me, Sunshine, we're just getting started."

In one fluid motion, he flips me onto my back, tugging roughly at my clothes. There’s no subtlety in his movements now, no playful teasing. His desire is raw and all-consuming as he strips me bare.

I can barely breathe as he leans down to kiss me, intense and demanding. The desperate hunger pouring from him sends shivers down my spine.

He moves on to my neck, biting and sucking in a way that has me moaning his name and clinging to the sheets.

“Listen to how sweet you sound,” he growls as his lips trail lower. He stops at my breasts, lavishing attention on them. With each kiss and bite, I feel the coil within me tightening, aching for release.

And then he’s moving again, his lips ghosting over my stomach. I forget how to breathe as he pulls my legs up over his shoulders, opening me up to him.

“Watch me, angel,” he breathes.

The world spins around me when he dips his head between my thighs. He teases me first with soft bites on my inner thigh, taking his time exactly like I did with him.

“Please. Oh, plea—”

My back arches off the bed as he licks me, stealing my breath all over again. Each stroke of his tongue sends bolts of pleasure ripping through me.

"Alessandro," I gasp, reaching down to thread my fingers through his hair.

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