Page 167 of King of Obsession

Thinking of him, I set the mug down and slipped from the bed.

I threw on a robe over my cami top and shorts.

Stepping out into the light-dappled garden, I spotted Alessio sunning himself on a chaise lounge on the far end of the wrap-around veranda.

He wore a pair of tight, white trunks and nothing else. Stretched out like a predatory cat, his limbs long, thick, sculpted, and freakin’ gleaming in the sun like some god.

I drank in his shoulder-length mane, that fuckin’ sensual beard and mustache, his muscled chest and hips that drove me wild daily.

Sensing my presence, he opened one eye, tagged me, and unfurled a hand to reach for me.

I was wet in an instant, even as I moved to his side and let his sinewed hand wrap around my thighs.

‘Il mio leone d’oro,’ I breathed.

His lips curled as we stared at each other, our passion and yearning ratcheting without a word shared.

His fingers reached for the edge of my cami bottoms and tugged them down.

I helped shimmy them off my feet, turning to see him lift that freakin’ tight ass to slip off his shorts.

My knees weakened at the sight of his thickness, jutting, throbbing for me.

Exhaling to contain myself, I levered my leg over him and lowered my waist.

I was so soaked, to the point of leaking, and his palm curled into me, slicking all over my clit, driving me wild.

Only this man could get me so high on love, on sex, on life itself.

Hands gripping my midsection, he positioned me, then, with a curl of his lip, slid his cock in, his jeweled head driving me wild.

He buried himself to the hilt with a growl and with a smooth thrust of his groin, hitting my G-spot and plunging so deep I felt him against my belly button.

Hell, every time we slammed into each other, it seemed like I was about to fall off the edge of a cliff into a sea of ecstasy.

My hands fell onto his chest, head thrown back, pussy gripping him as he worked his hips, my pelvis sliding over his, the friction driving me wild.

While one hand stimulated my clit, a lean finger eased down my spaghetti shoulder straps, exposing my tits.

I leaned forward and offered them.

In seconds, his mouth was suckling, laving, one hand plumping so he’d have more of my nipple in his lips.

The pleasure and pressure between my thighs began to coalesce.

‘Alessio, baby,’ I murmured.

‘Do you want my cum?’ he growled.

‘Si,’ I breathed, ‘but not until I say you can.’

He huffed in disbelief at my moxie.

I stared back at him, daring him.

He upped the ante, slamming harder into me.

I threw my head back and rode him, unable to contain all the sweetness and wild he was giving me.

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