Page 86 of Savage Prince

But I need to know for certain.

I slip my hand between her legs, forcing them apart and trail my finger up her inner thigh. Slick heat coats my fingers, and her head falls back on my shoulder.

“Mmm, Antonio,” she groans.

“Do you like that,tesoro?” I run my fingers across her wet folds, and she grinds into my palm.

“Yes, so much.”

“Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

“For starters.” She cants her head over her shoulder and grins.

“That’s my greedy little girl.” I thrust two fingers inside her, and a gasp fills the air between us. I start to pump and her hips rock into the demanding pace. She removes a hand from the headboard and tries to reach for me, but I cluck my teeth. “Uh, uh. Keep your hands still or I’ll stop. You can’t touch me yet.”

She mutters a curse but returns her hand to the velvet bedframe, and I’m thankful for another pass. It’s only a matter of time before she asks about the scars on my back. I know she’s seen them or at least felt them. And I’m not ready to relive that nightmare just yet.

“This is all about you,tesoro,” I murmur.

As my fingers work her inside, my thumb circles her clit just like she likes it. Then I slide my cock through her arousal, finding her asshole, and tease the delicate nerves. Just a little pressure…

“Oh, fuck, Toni, that feels good.”

“I’m going to fill you up,tesoro, with my cock, my fingers, my tongue. You’ll have all of me, and I’ll have all of you.”One last time. The bitter thought is suffocating.

“Umhmm, yes…”

I thrust harder, my fingers diving deep inside her sweetness, and my cock is so hard it hurts. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait much longer to sheathe myself inside her. I can’t decide if I want to take her in the ass or the pussy first. I want to claim all of her tonight. She’s right, it’s our last chance, and I won’t miss out on any of it.

With my free hand, I find her breast, then her nipple, and she arches into my touch as I tease the sensitive tip. My head dips to the crook of her neck and I lavish her skin, devouring that sweet strawberry taste. I want to mark her as mine. Even if this is the last time, I need everyone to know. If I die tomorrow, at least she’ll have something to remember me by.

I draw her flesh between my teeth and bite, gently at first. She moans, her hips moving more quickly now, begging for release. “More,” she pants.

I toy with her clit, alternating between fast and slow circles, my fingers curling inside her to reach that mystical spot. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Antonio.”

I lick the spot I just bit then increase the pressure. “Is this okay?” I mumble against her skin.

“Yes.” She thrusts her hips to meet each of mine, my cock nudging at her back entrance.

I’ve found that sometimes just the tip is enough to bring a woman to orgasm, a precise combination of stimulation between both holes and the clit.

“I’m going to come… don’t stop.”

I bite harder, circling her clit faster and she cries out, her pussy constricting against my fingers but I don’t let up the pace, driving harder still until the waves of pleasure consume her.

“Oh fuck, Antonio, yes, yes.” Her pussy grinds against my palm, her ass against my cock and I don’t stop until the torrent of ecstasy completely subsides, and she’s boneless in my arms.

Her head falls back on my shoulder again, and she glances up at me, the haze of satisfaction glittering across those beautiful eyes. “Not bad for round one.” She smirks.

“Turn around and spread your legs for me,tesoro. I want to watch this time as I fuck you, as my cock sinks so deep inside you, I kiss your spine. I want you to seemyface when I coax this next mind-blowing orgasm out of you. So that you’ll never forget how good this was. Even long after I’m dead and buried.”

Her expression darkens, the excitement and lust from a second ago waning. “I won’t let you die, Antonio. I would never allowPapàto do that…”

I nod slowly, pressing a finger to her lips because I don’t want to ruin this moment. I’d rather we both pretend until the sun comes up because our future is inevitable. Like the moon, our paths are bound by forces beyond our control.

Taking her hand, I lie her back on the bed and wedge myself between her thighs. It’s a perfect fit, as if we were actually made for each other. If I believed in all that soul mate shit, I would becertain she’s the one. But this isn’t a fairy tale and villains like me don’t get happy endings.

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