Page 28 of Tempting Frankie
I step closer, my chest brushing against her back. “I want you to have everything, Francesca,” I say, my lips close to her ear. “Everything you deserve and more.”
She turns to face me, her eyes shining with so many emotions—awe, desire, and a hint of fear. “This is...it's too much, Alexander.”
I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “Nothing is too much for you, sweetheart. You're worth every bit and more.”
Her breath hitches, and the air between us is tense, thick and heavy. I want nothing more than to claim her, to show her exactly how much I want her. But I hold back, savoring the anticipation.
“There's one more thing I want to show you,” I say, my voice low and husky. I lead her to a hidden panel in the back of the wardrobe, pressing my palm against it. With a soft click, it slides open, revealing a smaller, dimly lit room.
Francesca's eyes widen as she takes in the contents—an array of toys, restraints, and other implements of pleasure. “Oh,” she breathes, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. “I can't wait to use every single one of these on you, Francesca.”
She shivers, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. I pull back, enjoying the way her pupils have dilated with desire.
I turn her to face the full-length mirror on the far wall, standing behind her with my hands on her hips. “Look at yourself, Francesca. Do you see how fucking beautiful you are?”
She meets my gaze in the mirror, her expression full of vulnerability. “I'm starting to,” she admits softly.
I press a kiss to the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. “Good,” I growl. “Because I plan on spending every day showing you just how perfect you are. I want you to tell me what you see.”
She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. “I see... me?”
“Repeat after me,” I command softly, my breath hot against her ear. “I am beautiful.”
She hesitates, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I give her a gentle squeeze. “Say it, Francesca.”
“I am beautiful,” she whispers, the words barely audible.
“Louder,” I insist. “Like you mean it.”
She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “I am beautiful,” she says, her voice stronger this time.
“Good girl,” I purr, reaching for the zipper of her dress. I pull it down slowly, savoring the sight of her olive skin being revealed inch by tantalizing inch. “Now say, I am worthy.”
“I am worthy,” Francesca repeats, her voice wavering slightly as I slip the dress off her shoulders. It pools at her feet, leaving her in a matching set of black lace underwear that makes my mouth water.
“Again,” I demand, my hands skimming up her sides to cup her breasts. “Louder.”
“I am worthy,” she says, her voice gaining confidence as I massage her through the lace of her bra.
I unhook her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts spill free, full and heavy. “Say, I deserve pleasure.”
Francesca's breath hitches as I roll her nipples between my fingers. “I deserve pleasure,” she moans, arching into my touch.
“That's right, baby,” I growl, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck. “You deserve all the pleasure I'm going to give you.”
My hands trail down her stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. I slide them down her legs agonizingly slowly, drinking in every curve and dip of her body.
“Last one,” I say, standing back up to meet her gaze in the mirror. “Say, I am desirable.”
Francesca stands before me, completely naked and utterly breathtaking. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark with want. She takes a deep breath, her voice steady and sure as she speaks.
“I am desirable.”
“Fuck yes, you are,” I growl, spinning her around to face me. I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks. “You're the most desirable woman I've ever laid eyes on, Francesca. And I'm going to spend all night proving it to you.”
With that, I tease the seam of her mouth until she grants me entrance. She moans into my mouth, her hands fisting in my shirt as she presses her naked body against me.
