Page 78 of The Don's Soulmate

His eyes part at my boldness, and I feel like a queen, knowing now that he craves me as I do him.

“Fuck,” he moans as I reach forward, biting into his lower lip. His taste fills my mouth, a mix of the wine and the roughness of the night, the excitement of this adventure. My heart beats faster when his fingers curl over my neck.

"Carlotta," he growls, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him with his other arm, his hand resting on the small of my back.

“Ettore,” I moan into his mouth, now straddling him on the floor, my hands around the back of his neck as he looks up, my lips in his.

I feel the bulge of his cock against my panties, my dress now having ridden up. My lips are swelling from how hard he kisses me, tingling, and his hands find their way to my thighs, riding up my dress, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He’s getting fiercer now, our bodies pressing against each other as if trying to meld into one. The heat emanating from Ettore's body is almost too much to bear, but I want more. I reach for the buttons of his shirt while he caresses the folds of where my thighs meet my torso, getting dangerously close to the landing of my pussy, which sends a delicious thrill of anticipation through me.

I fumble with the buttons longer than I’d like.

“Let me help you,” he murmurs, pulling away from my kiss.

“Fuck it,” I say, ripping his shirt off, the buttons clattering to the wooden floor. He raises his eyebrows, looking down at his bare chest.

“Impressive,” he growls, taking his teeth to my neck. I throw back my head, giving him more territory to mark, now grinding into his crotch from impatience.

“What can I say?” I moan, closing my eyes as his tongue and teeth leave a mark at the apex of my neck, now trailing lower to the valley of my breasts. His teeth dig into my dress, ripping it apart, and his hands find the tear, shredding it into two pieces right through the middle.

“You forgot we’ve got fewer clothes than we need?” I admonish him, giggling as he bites into my nipples through my bra.

“You’ve forgotten I like you best naked?” he growls, now trailing his fingers to the straps of my bra. I lurch, wanting him to hurry, but he takes his sweet time torturing me as he outlines the straps towards the back, finally unhooking my bra in one swell swoop.

I quickly slide down the straps, and he throws my bra aside. I watch as his eyes grow ravenous, an animalistic lust crossing his face, making him look dangerously handsome as he gazes over my breasts. Suddenly shy, I try to lean into him, to take his lips against mine, but to my surprise, he holds my hands and pushes them behind my back, stretching out my breasts to his gaze.

“No,” he growls, his eyes not leaving mine as he goes down to suck a nipple. He sucks my nipple hard, causing my body tojerk from the sudden surge of desire spreading through me. His stubble rasps against my skin, causing a thrill of pain mixed with pleasure to erupt within me.

My hands are still held back, my legs curled around him, his lips and teeth to my breasts. He finally lets go, gently cupping a breast in each hand, his eyes not leaving my curves.

"Carlotta," he whispers, his voice filled with a sense of ownership, so I decided that I knew I’d do anything he asked of me. His hands tighten around my breasts, his fingers grazing my nipples. "You're mine."

A heat rushes through me, and I feel a surge of pleasure as his fingers tease my nipples. I arch my back, pushing myself against him, wanting him closer. "Yes," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Ettore."

I reach for his belt, casting it aside, undoing the button to his trousers, unzipping him.

His eyes never leave mine as he slowly drops his hands between my legs, pulls my panties down and pushes me off with such sudden force, quickly grabbing my waist and laying me down on the floor, completely naked.

And then, his hands slide down my curves and I’m looking down at him.

“Part your legs,” he commands.

I do as I’m told.

He takes his time, caressing my inner thighs, teasing me with his lips, nipping softly at my skin. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but then his tongue finds my folds, and I gasp, my hips bucking uncontrollably.

"You are mine," he breathes into my pussy, his voice deep and commanding. "Mine to do with as I please."

"Yes," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "I’m yours.”

He licks me from top to bottom, savoring every inch of me. His tongue flicks my clit, sending shivers down my spine. I grip the wood floor, trying to maintain my composure as he continues his slow and deliberate exploration. His fingers tease my folds, slipping inside me, stretching me in a way only he can.

"Ettore," I whimper, not sure if I can take much more of his slow, sensual torment.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "You want me to stop?"

The fire within us burns hotter than the one crackling in the fireplace, consuming our every thought and sensation. I can feel the very core of my being melding with Ettore's, our souls intertwining like ancient lovers reuniting after centuries apart. It makes no sense, but it is how I feel.

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