Page 115 of Salvatore

“Tell me you’ve never been this wet before. That it’s never felt this good.” I add another finger, lazily pulsing the digits inside her. “Because I swear, Ivy, if any other man has made you feel like this, he won’t live to do it again.”

“It’s hormones.” Her breasts brush my chest as if in search of friction. “My cycle is crazy at the moment.”

“It’s your cycle?” I raise my free hand to palm her delicate throat, testing her, gauging her trust. Last time I was here this skin was mottled and bruising, the sight of her injuries inspiring vengeance I’d never felt before. Now it’s perfectly smooth and soft, without a hint of the pain she endured. “Are you sure about that?”

Her eyes flutter open, the lust-drunk haze teaming with something mildly panicked, the euphoric concoction sinking under my skin to wreak havoc on my control.

How does one woman get to be so menacingly enthralling? It’s problematic, yet I still want more of her. Wantallof her.

“Tell me to quit holding you like this and I will.” I graze my thumb along her neck, adding pressure to her carotid, taunting her mental scars to determine their depth.

I need to understand the damage Gabriel left behind. To establish a baseline to the suffering she hides.

Instead, she raises her chin, as if offering more of her vulnerability—or maybe boldly rebelling against it.

She’s fucking brilliant.

A defiantly unyielding warrior.

The need to kiss her becomes maddening, the allure tightening my throat and drying my mouth.

“If you’re going to do this, the least you can do is quit wasting time and make me come.” Her arms strain with their grip on the table. “Or don’t you know how,niñito?”

I smirk, invigorated by that insolent mouth as I slide my thumb over her clit. “My apologies.”

She gasps, the walls of her cunt clamping down like a vise.

“You like that?” I stroke her, inside and out, drawing more pleasure-filled moans from her lips.

“Quit talking.” She plasters a hand over my mouth. “It’s hard to pretend you’re someone else when you won’t shut up.”

I press harder on her clit and bite down on her fingers.

She squeals, dropping her hand to my shoulder, the breaths that escape her coming out fractured and frantic. She clings to me, her nails digging into my jacket, her hips rolling as she grinds her pussy into my palm.

“That wasn’t nice,mi reina.Especially with how hard you’ve made me.” I lean my cock against her. “You’re my undoing.”

She whimpers, closing her eyes and arching her back so those fucking breasts graze against my chest again.

“Eyes on me,” I growl.

She shakes her head.

“You can degrade me all you want, Ivy. But you’ll do it while knowing I’m the one who makes you come.” I release her chin to cup her breast, pinching the hardened nipple between finger and thumb. “Eyes. On. Me.”

She obeys, those dark lashes snapping open to reveal the starkness of her gaze. She looks at me in a daze, cheeks flushed, desperation clear.

I work my thumb in tandem with the fingers inside her, massaging her, coaxing her. “You’re close to coming already, aren’t you?”

“No,” she pants. “Of course not. It takes more than that to?—”

I slide another finger inside her, stretching her out.

“Wait.” She turns rigid, her breath held for the briefest second, before a defeated moan escapes her. “Oh,God.” She gasps for air, her pussy fluttering around my fingers, one hand clinging to my shoulder, the other finding my hair totug,tug,tug.

She comes undone in a symphony of subtle whimpers and needy inhales, her eyes on mine, her cunt saturated.

I’m digging my own grave as I watch her, the hooks of infatuation sinking deeper.

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