Page 83 of Assassin's Obsession

"I knew you would taste sweet, my delicious Candi." He nips the underside of my breast.

A moan of pure want snakes out of me. For once, the joke about my name doesn't irritate me. I want to be sweet for him, but that admission is staying inside my head, where it belongs.

I'm not some sappy romantic.

What's left of rational thought takes flight when Angelo's lips latch around one of my nipples. At the same time his arm shifts and his middle finger slides between my butt cheeks.

My gasp turns into another wordless sound of need when his fingertip plays across my sphincter as his other fingers push deep inside my vagina.

The finger rubbing over that other hole is unexpected, but what really shocks me, is how good it feels. Who knew there were so many nerve endings there? Pleasure flutters along every one of them to my core.

He sucks, barely biting down on my nipple and presses just the tip of his finger past my tight ring of muscle as he thrusts in and out of my slick vagina while his thumb rubs over my clitoris.

My head tips back in a wordless scream as the second climax I doubted I could have contracts every muscle in my body in ecstasy.

Angelo draws out the pleasure, stimulating my nipple with his tongue, not his teeth and gentling the movements of his fingers. It's just enough to keep the ecstasy shimmering through in a series of aftershocks that would knock down my apartment building if they happened in Queens.

When my body goes limp, he catches me before I can fall and lifts me into his arms.

Intensifying my need to have Angelo inside me.

He carries me into the bedroom, rips the bedding back and lays me down on the bed. His handsome face is hard with lust, but his eyes look at me with wonder.

Like I'm the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"Angelo… " I sigh, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave me, but too spent to lift myself off the bed.

"What do you need,amate?"

"I want…" I sigh again, luxuriating in the fluffy pillow my head rests on and the feel of the soft sheets under me.

"Tell me."

"You. I want you inside me, but I don't know if I'll come again. I'm not even sure I can do much more than lie here." I'm a limp noodle.

His smile is wicked. "Relax,piccola gatta. I'll do all the work."

"Good." It's probably for the best anyway.

My experience with all this is nil.

"You trust me," he breathes, like it's some kind of miracle.

I wouldn't be here if I didn't. "You already knew that."

"I knew that here." He raps the side of his head with his knuckles. "But now it's settled here." He rubs his chest in a circle with his fist.

Yeah, we're both having all sorts of emotional revelations tonight. But he's a lot more willing to tell me about them than I am willing to return the favor.

Talking is overrated anyway.

I expect him to come down over me and do the deed, but of course he does something else. Picking up my leg at the ankle, he brings my foot to his mouth and starts doing what he promised to in the shower.

Even knowing we just stepped out of the shower, the fact he's licking the instep of my foot blows my mind.

It tickles, but it also sends waves of sluggish desire straight to my center. His mouth moves up the inside of my leg, kissing and nibbling as he goes. Stopping just above my knee, he sucks on my skin there, the sensation sharp and intense.

Ripples of delight radiate out from his mouth on my skin.

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