Page 44 of Twisted Knight

“Give me control,” I whispered breathlessly against his lips once we broke the kiss.

He rested his forehead against mine, rubbing his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss. “I never give up control.”

“I know you don’t, but do it for me—for us. We owe it to us to at least try.” I jerked my head toward the headboard. “If you don't like it, we’ll stop.”

He threw me an uncertain look before looking at the bed again, and I could see right then and there he decided to take a chance on us.

I sighed with relief when he started to unbutton his dress shirt, keeping his dark soulful eyes trained on me. The intensity of his gaze made my lower stomach twist in a very pleasant way. How could a man manage to arouse me with just a look?

He discarded his shirt, and I couldn’t help but study his chest, not caring about how in awe I must have looked. As expected he was muscular, with defined abs and theVby the hips that make smart girls like me extremely stupid. I let my eyes trail up to his well-developed pecs covered with a fine dust of dark hair and the single tattoo on the right side of it.

As if compelled I brought a shaky hand up and traced the tattoo gently, as if he would crumble under my touch.

He took a sharp intake of breath as I traced the dagger—the word ‘Omerta’ on top of it—and rested my forefinger on top of the cross at the end of the rosary.

Dom brought his hand up and rested it on top of mine.

I looked up and we just stared into each other's eyes. For how long? I was not sure. Time had lost any value to me. All that seemed to matter was his eyes on mine, his body heat, and his frantic heartbeat resonating in my hand.

“You are the brightest star in the darkest night,” he whispered after a while before kissing me again.

“On the bed,” I let out before I lost the resolve I had and begged him to take me now, just any way he’d like.

He let out a little growl of frustration but took a step back, breaking the trance, then he lay on the bed, his eyes still full of doubt of what was to come.

“You have to trust me,” I said as I undid his belt and pulled it out of his pants.

“I do. It’s me I don’t trust with you.”

I shook my head. “Give it a chance. Grab the headboard,” and he did as I asked.

I tried to keep my face smooth as I tied the hands of this big powerful man. It was the first time I actually did something like that and knowing who he was, made it so much more erotic.

Once his hands were secure, I reached for his zipper and opened it slowly, letting the anticipation burn us both. I pulled his pants and briefs just enough to free his massive erection from its restraint. I couldn’t help the little smile spreading across my lips, and the lustful glint in his eyes indicated he was satisfied with my reaction.

This man was all in proportion. I had my share of partners in my life, but Domenico was clearly in a category of his own.

He rested his head against the pillow and let out a sound that seemed part moan and part growl as he thrusted his hips in the air. He wanted his release with my mouth around his cock, and the thought of bringing him pleasure aroused me to the point of discomfort.

I knelt on the floor and looked at his massive cock resting on his lower stomach.

“You don’t have to,” he said breathlessly, clearly mistakenly interpreting my assessment as doubt.

I grabbed his cock in my hand and squeezed a little. “I know I don’t.” I leaned closer, rolling my tongue across the head of his cock and licking away his precum. “But I really want to.”

Meeting his eyes, I leaned down and kissed his lower stomach, getting closer and closer to where I knew he wanted me. He bucked his hips, and I licked his lower stomach. He wanted me to get on with it, but I also enjoyed the teasing, the tenderness, even in the heat of the moment.

He let out a loud moan mixed with a sigh when I pulled one of his balls into my mouth.

"India!" He sighed in pleasure. His stomach was taut, his hands in tight fists, his head thrown back in ecstasy. I'd never felt like this; I’d never wanted to give more pleasure to anyone in my life.

I removed his balls from my mouth and started licking up his shaft. The tip of my tongue worked its way up the sensitive underside of his cock until it reached right under the ridge of his head.

“Please, just please,” he begged, bucking his hips again.

I decided to stop the torturing pleasure and finally put my lips around the whole head of his cock and gently started to suck him.

He let out a sigh of relief as I started to fondle his balls with one hand and slowly lowered my mouth over his entire length, getting it deep inside and down my throat.

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