Page 41 of The Don's Soulmate

My hands tighten around her waist. "Stay still,” I murmur, leaning closer to her, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. The proximity is a heady rush, but I remind myself that this is about her – showing her how I, Ettore Mancini, treat the woman who is with me.

"Please, Ettore..." she whispers, her voice soft and vulnerable. I reach out and gently cup her face, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheek. "He doesn’t see you. He’ll never see you the way I do.”

Her breath hitches, and I sense her inner the battle between. But as my fingers continue their slow exploration of her skin, I can feel the resistance crumbling.

"Let go," I urge, my voice barely more than a growl. "The expectations others place on you are not who you really are, not who you were meant to be."

Carlotta's eyes flutter open, her gaze locking with mine, filled with a mix of passion and apprehension. When she nods, it’s all the permission I need.

I push Carlotta's seat back abruptly. She gasps in surprise and I quickly move over the center console to her side, leaning over her.

She trembles under my grasp, gaze flickering with uncertainty. I won't have it.

"Shh. There’s no one here,” I insist. “It’s a dead end.” I lick a path up to her ear, nibbling the lobe.

A broken moan escapes her lips as I palm her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. Her nipple hardens under my touch, sensitive and aching for my mouth.

"Say it," I demand. “Say you want me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut. I give her breast a punishing squeeze, wringing a gasp from her. "Look at me."

She opens her eyes; now clouded with desire. She sighs softly, surrendering to my touch. “I want you, Ettore…”

Triumph surges through my veins, hot and heady. I crush my mouth over hers, devouring her sweetness. My hands find the hem of her dress, slowly sliding it up her legs, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her smooth skin.

I tear my lips from Carlotta's, panting hard. The need to possess her burns through my veins like lava. My fingers trace the curves of her body.

"You’re gorgeous, Carlotta," I speak out my thoughts. "Every curve, every line... beauty that deserves to be worshiped."

She bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as my hands move higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Her breath comes in shallow pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she arches towards my touch, clawing at my shirt.

I move my hand between her legs, and feel her damp panties. I shove aside the thin lace, placing my hand against her skin and slide one finger inside her, feeling her soft warmth. I start to rub her clit, watching as she arches her back, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Oh my god,” she moans, clutching at the seat.

I grin and remove my finger and her eyes flutter open in disappointment. With a swift movement, I pull her dress up and over her head, revealing her perfect, almost naked body. I want to see all of her.

She takes her dress and tries to cover herself. “You will never hide yourself from me,” I growl.

I take her dress and throw it to the floor. In the moonlight, her body clad in just panties and her bra is tantalizing beyond belief. The way her body’s formed, the perfect roundness of her thighs, the swell of her breasts fighting to be freed, the tightness of her belly sends an instant gush of blood to my cock.

I grip at the hem of her panties and roll them down her legs till they rest at her ankles. She shudders when I kiss the landing of her pussy on my way back up to her. I slide my hands under her back, and in one flick, unclasp her bra. Her beautiful, gorgeous breasts bounce free when I strip off her bra and I watch Carlotta blush, her eyes once again darting out of the window, before landing on me.

Her chest heaves with short breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes wide with desire and fear. She's never been this exposed, this vulnerable, but I can see her heart racing for me, longing for me.

I push her down to the seat by her shoulders, my hands rough yet gentle. I can't help but groan, my own arousal pulsing just as fiercely as hers. I need to feel her against me, beneath me, belong to me. But first, I need to make sure she’s ready for me.

With a quick nip to her tit, I settle down on the floor of the car.

“Oh, Ettore, what are you doing to me…”she whispers as I lift her legs up and over my shoulders. Now, I have full access to her moist, delicious pussy. I waste no time in lowering my mouth on her.

As my tongue flicks against her swollen clit, Carlotta's back arches, her hands clutching at the car door. I can hear her soft moans and gasps as my lips and tongue explore the soft folds of her pussy. Her hips buck eagerly against my mouth, a silent plea for more.

In this car, with her body trembling against mine, we're two stars colliding in the cosmos. Our passion, our hunger for one another, it's all-consuming, unstoppable. This lust I feel for her burns brighter than any life force, and I just can't seem to get enough of her.

She’s so soft, wet and tight as I slide in my fingers, two at a time. She lurches from the force of it, from how I stretch her out, but I use my other hand to shove her down again. I rapidly smash my fingers against her pussy walls, my tongue still on her clit. Her juices drip down my face, telling me she’s ready for more, but first, I want to make sure the appetizer I deliver is worth the main course.

Her hips buck into my mouth and she moans out my name. “Ettore,” she screams into the car, and it’s like music to my ears. I curve my forefinger to meet the same spot inside her that my tongue touches outside her and she whimpers, her legs beginning to tremble.

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