Page 126 of Where Dark Hearts Devour
He pushes my knees outward, and I curl my fists. His molten breath drifts across my panties, and his tongue darts out to tease at the lace.
“Please don’t rip another pair,” I whisper hoarsely. “French lace doesn’t grow on trees.”
He pauses and smiles against my pussy. “It does in my garden.” Then he gnashes his teeth over the strip of lace and tears it clean off my body. Cool air whips across my damp skin, making me shudder, before his whole mouth covers me, hot and wet andravenous.
My fingers find his hair and tug at it mindlessly while he makes an actual meal out of my clit. A long lick is followed by a taut suck, then he circles his tongue around the hardening nub, making me squirm. He presses his hands into my thighs, exposing more of me to him—more that he can devour. Unanchored whimpers and moans escape my mouth, and I toss my head from side to side.
“That’s it, little one. See what happens when you stop fighting me?” he taunts in between sucks.
Ugh, just don’t stop.
“Please, Cristiano . . .”
“Yes, baby?” He laps at my clit as though he’s licking an ice cream, seemingly oblivious to the mess I’m becoming.
“Please make me come.”
“With pleasure.” He wraps his lips around me and rims my entrance with soft thumbs while he sucks hard.
The room turns white as my spine arches, and I push my hips up to him. He hums triumphantly as I come apart beneath him.
I pull my heavy head up to see him drag the back of his hand across his mouth. Like a predator about to devour its prey, he crawls up to me, and his cock finds its way to my entrance.
I suck in a breath. Despite having an orgasm my first time, it still hurt.
He pushes his way in by a couple of inches. My body wants to hyperventilate.
“Look at me.” His commanding voice anchors my thoughts, and I lift my gaze to his. “I want to see your face when I fill you with my cock.”
His words send a ripple of lust through my bones, and I pull my knees in toward myself. He takes one in his hand and presses it into my shoulder. Pain radiates out from my hip, distracting me from the feel of his cock sliding in to my very edge.
NowI can feel him in my stomach.
His gaze doesn’t waver, but his jaw has hardened like steel. “You take every. Single. Inch of me, Trilby.” His voice is filled with wonder. “You wrap around me so tight. So warm. So fucking perfect.”
He lowers his lips and kisses me slowly. I silently thank God that Cristiano’s doing all the work, because I’m immobile.
He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth and draws back, letting it pop out gently. “Do you need me to take it slow?”
I swallow and nod. “Can you?”
“I can do whatever you need me to do.”
He lowers his elbows to the floor and presses kisses to the corner of my mouth as he begins to move. At first it feels like a freight train is trying to pass through my body, but as my walls soften and allow him space, it gets easier. It gets ...nice.
Little gasps are pushed out of my lungs with each gentle thrust. I look up to see his jaw clenched tight.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
He lets out a fractured groan and complies, catching my lips in a restless dance.
“God, you feel incredible,” he murmurs. “Justfuckingincredible.”
He ignites that place within me that turns me inside out, and from here on, I’m an unraveling mess.
I’m right on that edge, ready to tip over, when he stills, removing the friction I need to chase to put an end to this pressure. I claw my gaze to his, and he’s looking at me with devious intent.
“Marry me.”
