Page 28 of His to Possess

“Careful, it’s hot.” He watches me closely while blowing lightly on his own cup. “I filled Miceli in on what happened and he’s going to ask around and find out more about Carmine Gallo. He said the guy came to town not long ago, but doesn’t know much else about the man personally. But, Gallo did petition to meet with the table, so that’s interesting. In the meantime, Miceli said we should stay off grid and lay low here.”

“This was a good place to come. Much safer than the city,” I concur.

“Definitely.” His voice is a low rumble and when I meet those dark eyes of his, I can’t miss the burning heat in his dark irises. My stomach flutters and a wave of need fills me. Setting my mug down before I can even take a sip, I watch Angelo do the same, and then we’re in each other’s arms.

The chemistry between us explodes, no longer able to be denied. Angelo cups my face and our mouths collide. My body is plastered down the length of his and I crush my breasts against his chest, opening my mouth in welcome. He plunges his tongue past my lips, gliding it against mine, then he begins exploring. His kiss is deep and sensual, and a whimper tears from my throat as I arch into him, trying to get closer. Needing his touch and warmth.

As though he knows exactly what I need, Angelo begins walking me backwards, still kissing me, until my legs bump into the couch.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste,la mia farfalla?” he murmurs, his warm lips trailing down to my neck, licking and sucking.

“Blake,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck. “My name is Blake.”

At my admission, he pulls back, searching my face, then smiles. “It fits you. Perfectly. Thank you for telling me.”

I give him a shy smile and then his mouth is on mine again, devouring me. He’s consuming me in a way no one else ever has before and I feel my knees go weak. Angelo lowers me down onto the couch and I sink into the soft, buttery leather cushions. My body is thrumming with desire and we keep kissing for several long minutes. When his hand curves over my breast, I moan into his mouth, writhing beneath him. He’s half on top of me, half kneeling on the floor, and I realize I’m aching.

“You like that?” he asks, molding my breast, playing with my nipple until it’s a tight, little bud.

“Yes,” I hum. This is all new to me and I’m more than ready to experience some pleasure with this man. And I know it’s because I trust him. After what we’ve been through, running for our lives all night, I know that he trusts me, too.

His hand slips down the front of my tank top and right into the satin cup of my bra. I arch up with another soft moan. His warm hand on my naked skin is even better, so much more intimate.

“Let me make you feel good, Blake,” he whispers. “Whatever you like, I’ll do.”

He releases my breast and starts kissing down my body. Even though his mouth is on top of my clothes, it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. Especially since his eyes are fastened on mine and filled with a wicked gleam as he keeps moving lower.

When he reaches my jeans, he slides my tank up and presses a kiss right below my belly button. My eyes flutter shut and I can feel him unfastening the button on my jeans and tugging the zipper down. I feel as though I’m having an out of body experience when he begins to pull my jeans down, along with my panties.

“Spread your legs, Blake,” he urges me. “Let me see that pretty pink pussy. Let me kiss and lick it until you come.”

His naughty words make me bite my lip and I do the only thing I can. I open my thighs to his wicked mouth. Angelo’s face dives between my legs and the strange sensation has me tensing at first. He immediately looks up, concern etched on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing. I just, um, never had a man’s face down there, before” I admit.

“Seriously?” He arches a brow.

I didn’t exactly want to have this conversation, but I suppose now would be the time to let him know I’m a virgin.

Pushing up onto my elbows, trying not to be as embarrassed as I actually am, I scrunch my nose up. “I had to grow up fast and always protect myself. Sex isn’t something I ever had time for or, honestly, felt ready to do. I don’t trust anyone. Well…” I let my voice trail off.

“Do you trust me?”

I nod.

“You’ve never been intimate with a man before?”

“No,” I whisper.

“Do you want to? Because if you do, I’d be honored to be your first.” I give him a small, shy nod and desire burns in his eyes. “I promise to take good care of you, kitten. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.”

My heart rate spikes. “Okay.”

“I want you to relax and lay down. I’ve got you.” He runs his fingers along my seam, dipping them past my folds, and I stifle a moan. “Don’t hold back. Look how wet you are for me.”

He holds two glistening fingers up then sucks them dry. Then he takes my legs, lifts them up and hikes them over his shoulders. I’ve never been in such an exposed position before and when his mouth latches onto my pussy, I cry out. It doesn’t take me long to realize Angelo knows exactly what he’s doing. He laps up my center, swirling his tongue around my clit, and then sucks on it until I can’t take it any longer. It’s sheer torture and exquisite pleasure all at the same time.

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