Page 17 of Savage Mafia King

"You need to tell me if anything else happens," I warn her. "You understand? I want to hear if anything happens that's out of the ordinary."

"I will," she mumbles as I pull the car to a halt outside my apartment building. She gazes up at it, and a wry smile crosses her lips. "I guess this is going to make it easier for people to believe we're actually together, huh?"

"I wasn't even thinking about that..."

"I know," she replies. "I just... I guess this will put aside any doubts people have about whether or not we're serious about this."

She follows me inside the building, and I notice that her shoulders are pulled up to her ears. I don't think I've ever seen her so freaked out in all the time I've known her. When I think about Isabella, I think about someone who is strong, defiant, even a little cocky. But this? This has taken all of that from her, and there seems to be nothing she can do to pretend otherwise.

We reach my apartment, and she breathes a sigh of relief as soon as we step inside.

"You're going to be safe here," I assure her as I slip an arm around her waist. She glances down at the spot where I'm touching her, and her lips quirk up into a small smile.

"You don't have to keep up the act," she murmurs to me. "There's nobody here to see us."

I stare down at her for a moment. She's right, of course. I have no good reason to be touching her like this. I should be getting her set up in the guest room, giving her somewhere to rest up after the shock of everything that has happened, but I don't want to. I don't want to give her any reason to be apart from me right now. I can still remember the pressure of that kiss, the intensity of it, the heat of her body against mine.

And the way she's looking at me, I know she can remember it, too.

Before I can stop myself, before I can think better of it, I lower my lips to hers and kiss her.

As soon as our mouths meet, all the tension that's been building over the course of this morning seems to shatter. I pull her close to me, parting her lips with my tongue with ease—but it isn't like before, not like the first time I kissed her when I was doing it to test her, to see what she would fight back with. No, this time, I want to comfort her, to pleasure her, to do everything I can to make things right.

I want to make her forget about the stress of everything she's been through so she can just give herself over to me, once and for all.

She moans softly against my lips, and I move her toward the couch so she's sitting at the edge of the seat. Kneeling between her legs, I push my hands into her hair and kiss her hard, making sure that she can tell how badly I want this, how badly I want her.

When I pull back, her eyes are a little teary around the edges, but she moves in for another kiss at once. I grin into the embrace. She wants this. She wants this just the same wayI do. No faking, no kidding, no games. Just us, together, in my apartment as she makes out with me like her life depends on it.

I move my lips to her neck, skimming them along her throat. She gasps, and I let my hand stray down to her belly, caressing that spot just above the line of her panties beneath her dress. I need to taste her. My body is craving it after the dream I had this morning. I won't be able to sate myself until I press my mouth against her and lose myself to the sensation of her pussy against my tongue.

Shifting slightly, I grab the hem of her dress and start to slowly roll it upward. She's gazing at me, staring at me like she can hardly believe this is happening, but she makes no move to stop it. I wonder, for a brief moment, if she had the same dream I did, if she felt the same passion bleeding into her mind as I did this morning.

But the time for talking has long past. Right now, all I want is to make her come.

I glide my lips along the inside of her thigh, listening to the way her breath hitches as I inch closer and closer to her pussy. I can see that she's already starting to get wet through her panties, and my cock stirs at the sight of it.

Fuck.

But I'm not focused on my pleasure right now. I'm focused on her, on making her forget everything that's happened and on getting her to give herself over to me, once and for all.

I hook my fingers in her panties and tug them down slightly, exposing the gorgeous pink folds of her pussy for the first time. Topped by a puff of dark hair, she looks perfect. I glance up at her, and she reaches for me, her fingers pushingthrough my hair, guiding me closer and closer to her. I can smell the sweetness of her musk, so intoxicating that it's hard for me to bear.

But I take my time. I slow myself until my lips are just grazing at the outside of her folds. I listen to the sharp short breath she lets out as she senses me there, her body responding to even the barest touch that I give her. And then, at last, I nuzzle myself in closer and press my face against her pussy for the first time.

She cries out, but I can hardly hear her, the sound muffled as I nestle myself between her thighs. I can't help but let out a long groan of pleasure. Fuck, she just tastes so fuckinggood.Her musk, her sweetness, that delicious scent is filling my senses, and I slide my hands beneath her ass and pull her closer eagerly.

Her fingertips dig into my hair with more urgency, and her legs part even wider, making it easier for me to lose myself in her. Lapping at her clit, I swirl my tongue around her folds, feeling the silky-soft crevices beneath my lips. My dreams couldn't come close to this, to how good it feels to be doing this to her. I could spend all day losing myself to her like this, but I can tell that she's already starting to get closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps as her hips grind back against my face. I sink my fingers into her thighs, spreading them further, allowing myself full access to her pussy. Drawing her clit between my lips, I apply a soft sucking pressure and listen as her moans grow more and more insistent.

She's close. She's close, and I'm not going to be satisfied till I make her come. I groan against her pussy, my cock throbbing between my legs, my body already responding to her soft littlegasps of pleasure. Right now, she could ask me to do anything in the world, and I'm pretty sure I'd be helpless to resist her. If it means making her come, I'll do whatever it takes, whatever she wants.

And finally, I feel it, the moment her pussy contracts beneath my tongue. She rakes her fingers through my hair, a peal of curses escaping her lips as she shudders with pleasure. I don't move my mouth for a long moment, not ready for this to be over, not by a long shot. But finally, she pushes my head away, the intensity of it more than she can take.

"That was..." she begins, but before she can get a word out, I move up to kiss her hard.

I want her to taste herself on my lips, to be reminded of everything I've just done for her and how much I want to do it again. And as my tongue sinks into her mouth once more, I can feel her grinning. This might not be how I expected today to go, but after the dream that woke me up, there was no way I could deny how badly I wanted her.

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