Page 40 of My Casanova

His lips followed, warm and soft, and he licked away the sweetness. His tongue trailed lower and left a heated path in itswake. I arched into him, and my hands fisted in the sheets as he pressed open-mouthed kisses down my chest.

“Smoke,” I breathed out. My voice trembled with need. “Please.”

He chuckled as he placed the plate back on the nightstand. In one fluid motion, he stood and shucked off his jeans and boxers, but his gaze never left mine. My pulse quickened, and heat pooled low in my belly as he reached for my legs. He gently pulled me to the edge of the bed.

I spread my legs and opened myself to him. My body hummed with anticipation. He knelt before me, and his hands slid up my thighs to part them further. His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh with a slow, torturous tease that left me breathless.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and urged him closer. My body ached for him. “Smoke,” I murmured. It was a plea wrapped in desire.

He looked up at me. His eyes were dark and filled with something deeper than lust. “I’ve got you, angel,” he promised before he lowered his mouth to me.

The moment his tongue touched me, I gasped. My back arched off the bed and a shudder wracked my body as he licked me. His mouth was hot and eager, but there was something more to it—something tender. It wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about worship and about him wanting to show me exactly how much he wanted me.

Needed me.

His hands gripped my thighs and held me in place as his tongue flicked and teased. Each flick sent waves of bliss through my entire body.

“Smoke...” I breathed as my fingers threaded through his dark hair and held on as if I might levitate off the bed. Ifelt myself teetering on the edge faster than I’d ever thought possible.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured against me. His voice was thick and husky before he dove back in, and his tongue delved deep. His lips sucked and teased until the pleasure built into something overwhelming.

I came apart with a cry. My entire body trembled as I rode out the waves of pleasure rolling through me. He stayed there and worked me through it. Drank me in like I was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. When he finally pulled away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, and his eyes locked onto mine.

Satisfied and smug.

I was completely undone.

No one had ever made me feel like this. Like I was the most treasured thing in their world. With Smoke, it wasn’t just about physical need; it was about connection, about being wanted in a way I’d never experienced before.

He stood, and his strong arms pulled me toward the center of the bed as he hovered over me. Our lips met, and I could taste myself on him. A mix of sweetness and heat that only made me want him more. My hands roamed over his chest and traced every scar and tattoo.

His body was warm and solid against mine, and when I reached between us, I wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard length. He groaned against my mouth.

“Careful with that, angel,” he warned, and his voice was strained.

I smiled and stroked him slowly. “Or what?”

His dark eyes burned into mine. “Or you’re going to get a handful.”

I bit my lip and felt a thrill rush through me. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

Smoke let out a low growl and kissed me deeply. His hands gripped my hips before he positioned himself between my legs. The anticipation was electric, and every nerve in my body was on fire as I felt the blunt head of him pressing against me. Slowly, and inch by inch, he filled me. Stretched me in the most delicious way.

“Dani,” he groaned, and his forehead rested against mine as he buried himself to the hilt. “You feel so damn good.”

I gasped and clung to him as he began to move. Slow and deep at first. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasure racing through me. My hands roamed over his back and dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace. Our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

“Smoke,” I moaned as my nails raked down his back. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room with gasps, groans, and whispered pleas.

He kissed me fiercely as his tongue tangled with mine. His hands were everywhere at once.

My waist.

My thighs.

My breasts.

Each touch set me ablaze and pushed me closer and closer to the edge once more.

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