Page 121 of A Beautiful Crime

How have I gone this long without kissing him?

He responds with just as much fever but never fighting to take the lead.

Needing more than just the irresistible taste of him I begin to rock my hips back and forth over his erection. He groans into my mouth as he presses my hips down harder against him. And I become unbelievably wet as I feel him hard and hot underneath me.

My mouth hovers over his as I work myself against him. His hands leave my hips to slide up my sides and then come to cup my heavy and sensitive breasts. I let out a whimper the moment he pinches my hardened peak between his thumb and pointer finger. He smirks devilishly up at me before he twists it to the point of pain. And all that pain does is send a direct electrical signal right down to my pussy.

The damn bastard was right.

Pain mixed with pleasure is such an intoxicating combination.

He releases my nipple and leans up to soothe it with his warm mouth. His tongue leaves at it tenderly. And I’m lost in the sensation until he unexpectedly nips at it.

I gasp as my hips gyrate faster. There’s no rhythm, no finesse. Just a maddening pace that has me feeling like I’m going to burst into flames at any second.

When he releases my nipple his mouth continues its assault along my clavicle and up my neck. Leaving little nips here and there along the way. Driving me even more mad with each one.

“Look at you, mia leonessa,” he rasps beneath my ear. “Taking your own pleasure like the fucking Queen you are.” Dio mio, his voice. I could come off of it alone.

“Constantine,” I moan and his smile turns carnal.

“You’re almost there, aren’t you, Carina?” The way he says my name has me almost coming undone. “But that pretty pussy needs more doesn’t it?” He sits upright then, and it presses my pussy closer to him. “Your cunt is greedy, Carina. Tell me,” he nips my earlobe before kissing it, “is your pussy weeping for my cock? Do you need to be filled, Carina? Do you need me as desperately as I need you?”

Oh, fuck.

I’m not entirely innocent when it comes to sex. I’ve heard of men who have filthy mouths and have never once thought of it as erotic.

But filthy words pouring from Constantine’s lips? It’s more than just simply erotic. It’s euphoric.

I don’t even recognize the sound of my voice as I respond breathily, “Yes.”

His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls the strands with just enough bite to it to have my eyes widen. Eyes blown with desire meet my own. And I see something in them I never have before. Or perhaps I’ve chosen to never see it because I could never believe it.

Submissiveness.

While his hold on me is strong and possessive his eyes are submissive. “Then take your pleasure, baby. Own it. Own me.”

Those words, his submissiveness, the complete relinquish of power and then to be given to me, it doesn’t only awaken something inside me, it has also freed me.

In haste I slide down his body in order for him to lift his hips. With his help I shed off his boxer briefs and his massive cock springs free.

I stare at it for far longer than necessary. Probably an embarrassing amount of time.

But this is the first time I have ever seen a man naked.

And I’m not only seeing just any man naked, I’m seeing Constantine Donati naked. The Adonis of all men.

While I have always been aware of his disarmingly dashing good looks and perfect physique, I never once thought of his cock carrying the same attributes.

For a man who doesn’t believe in God he certainly did bless him in that department.

“Carina.” The purr of my name has my gaze finally snapping to his. There’s a smug expression upon his face with mirth lighting his eyes. “Are you going to continue staring at my cock as if it’s a work of art or are you going to put it to good use?”

“It’s beautiful,” I murmur in awe.

He chuckles although it sounds painful. I can imagine why. His cock is as hard as steel with an angry red tip, a thick vein pulsing on the underside, and precum spilling from the tip. “And it will look even more beautiful inside your swollen wet cunt.”

My eyes flutter. “Constantine.”

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