Page 32 of The Don's Proposal

No, I’m sure of it. This man intends on eating me entirely.

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Santino

I must’ve become one hell of a weak bastard to agree to the terms she’s set.

Yet, once I’ve got her on our bed, all sprawled out, I know I’ve made the right choice.

Having Camellia willing is not something I could trade for the world. To have her want me, a bastard not deserving of love, is more than I could ever ask for.

I can’t stop kissing her. Can’t stop consuming all of her sighs and her moans as my hands freely roam her body. I groan lowly each time she arches against my mouth, needing the contact as much as I do.

Every lick, every taste is a sweetness I’ve grown addicted to.

I need it. I need her. In my bed, my life and every option that goes with it.

I want to completely drown in everything that is this woman.

“Say you’re mine, Camellia.” Kissing her throat, my body rumbles in approval as she arches against the sheets.

“I’m yours.” The words come out with no hesitation. She knows it as much as I do, that we’re meant for each other.

No other person brings this sort of desperation out of us.

Needing to touch her, to claim her, my hands are on her body without missing a beat. Needing to feel her warmth against my fingertips, I trace the goosebumps against her arm as I move lower and lower.

Reaching the end of her hand, I move to her stomach and brush my thumb against her belly button.

For all I know, there could be a baby inside right now, and neither of us know. Today, I can make sure it happens.

“That tickles.” Legs squirming against the bed, she drifts her fingertips against my knuckles and I catch myself in the stroking motion of her stomach.

“You’re sensitive everywhere,” I remind her as my hand moves lower.

Scraping my knuckles against the waistband of her pants, I mourn the last day she’ll go without panties. My sadness doesn’t last long when I discover how quick it is for her to get wet. Rubbing my fingers over her folds, it doesn’t take much to set her body off.

“This pussy is mine.” Parting her lips with my middle finger, I plunge it inside and hook her with a single curl. “Do you get this wet just by thinking about me?”

Desperate for her answer, I stroke her heat and listen to her breath catch when another one of my fingers joins the first.

“Yes.” Whining, she tilts her chin back to expose more skin for my mouth to kiss. I’ve already left her skin red, and I have to control myself if I want to avoid leaving marks everywhere. I have complete control, I know I do. It simply unravels whenever Camellia is involved.

Even now, I can feel my restraint slipping. With every moan, every sigh of relief from her lips, I grow hungrier. Even more when she starts rubbing up against me.

I need inside before I go completely mad. Right fuckingnow.

Needing to get her pants out of the way, I slide them off her hips and toss them so far, she wouldn’t dare try to put them back on. Now that her pinkness is welcoming my hungry gaze, I don’t think I’ll let her put pants back on today.

As much as I love her wearing my clothes, her shirt has to go as well. I want to see her entirely.

She picks up on my thoughts with ease, her fingers trembling as she undoes each button. Like I haven’t already seen what’s beneath, she reveals more and more flushed skin.

God, I just want to lick her all over and see how far that flush can spread.

“You’ve got the body of a goddess.” Muttering my thoughts, I groan as she lifts her hands and squeezes her breasts. Her nipples are peeking out between her fingers, teasing me even further.

She’s letting her body lead, showing off what needs attention the most. From the way she pinches them for me, she bites her lip when I’m the one to groan.

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