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“You are beautiful.” Her voice washed over me like honey. Leaning upward from the pillows, she brushed her mouth against my skin, right above my heart. My chest swelled, filing a dull void with the scent and touch of this woman. I wrapped my hand around the nape of her head and crushed my mouth on hers. I swallowed her soft moans, her lips soft against mine.
Sliding my hand behind her back, the smoothness of her skin like silk under my palms. A soft moan sounded against my lips. I broke our kiss, lifting slightly away from her and let my eyes travel down the length of her body. She was fucking gorgeous. She had an hourglass figure, her body soft, ready to melt under my rough palms.
Taking one of her breasts in my hand, I rubbed my thumb over her nipple. Her sharp inhale had me pausing, my eyes searching out her emerald gaze. The desire and hunger hazy in her stare matched my own.
“Santi.” My name on her lips was the most beautiful melody.
She arched herself into my hand, and I resumed tormenting her nipple with my fingers. I moved over her, settling my weight between her thighs. Our mouths found each other again, hungry and demanding. Like a thief, I demanded it all.
My free hand crawled between her thighs, touching her soft skin there and spreading her legs wider for me. My fingers found her soaking wet folds, and the moment I brushed against her core, she arched into my touch.
So damn responsive.It was sexy as fuck.
The girl was forever gone. The only thing in front of me was a woman. She was my perfection in an unexplained way. My blood boiled, needing her like the air I breathed.
I have had my share of women. They were a passing blur, but Amore was different. My instinct warned me that she could inch her way deep into my black soul and permanently find a home there.
CHAPTER19
Amore
Desperation for more clawed at my insides and desire pulsed between my legs. His touch and mouth burned me in the sweetest way possible. His kisses were making me delirious. I ran my hands up his chest, over his neck, and into his thick, dark hair.
His finger slid inside me, and I thought I’d shatter into a million pieces. He kept kissing me, lazy and sweet, but he held back. I felt it like my own emotions.
“Santi, please,” I begged against his lips. “Harder.”
A groan resounded in his chest, and then he thrust his finger into me harder and pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. Kissing Santi Russo was wet, messy, and hot. The most delicious sin I had ever committed, and I intended to sin for the rest of my life. With him.
His mouth traveled down my neck to my breast until he captured a nipple in his mouth and white lights sparked behind my eyelids.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. His mouth on my skin was marking me with each touch as his forever.
His thumb teased at my clit at the same time, and my eyes rolled back into my head, my pulse throbbing between my legs. I kept arching into his hand, rubbing myself against him, desperate for release.
“Not so fast,” he ordered in a hoarse voice, removing his fingers and halting my hips. I whimpered my complaint. I had waited too long for this, my impatience clawing and demanding that I satisfy this need.
He lowered his head again and drew my nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, sucking. My hands tangled through his hair, pulling him closer as sensation exploded through me. My core burned, the pulsing ache like flames igniting every fiber of me. He shifted his attention to my other nipple, the cool air tingling over the abandoned flesh.
His hands slid down my body. He released my nipple and his lips trailed lower, leaving in its wake a searing trail. With his wide shoulders, he nudged my legs even wider. I lay spread open for him, and I didn’t feel an ounce of shame.
The only sensations brewing in my blood were gratification and greed for this man. The moment his tongue connected with my clit, my hips bucked underneath him, and I weaved my fingers through his hair as a loud moan caught in my throat.
His hands held my hips still while he continued feasting on me, lapping, sucking, and nipping. I attempted to arch my back, but his hand kept me pressed against the mattress. His teeth grazed my clit, and I raised my ass to rock against his mouth. I forced my hands off his hair, fearing I’d pull his hair out with how hard I gripped the strands.
“Oh, oh, oh.” My moans echoed through the room. My hands fisted the sheets, and his tongue lit my body on fire. It was so good. “Santi… fuck!”
His hands eased their pressure and my hips lifted up into his face, needing more of this sensation. His tongue was working me mercilessly. As he pressed his thumb harder against my clit, my legs tightened around him, and my climax shattered through me. My back arched off the bed, and I lost all control of my body.
White pleasure exploded through me, my hips writhing underneath him, and my fingers gripping his hair. Flames shot through my veins and lights exploded behind my eyelids. A shudder fluttered through me, and a languid heat spread through every fiber of my body. I felt like I was spiraling out of control, my cries filling the room.
He kept lapping at my juices, like he wanted to savor every single drop, while my body shuddered under him. As he rose to his knees, his body came up blanketing mine and he settled his cock between my thighs.
His eyes were dark, intoxicating. He raised his finger, bringing it up to my lips. He traced his thumb over my lower lip, leaving a coat of wetness across my mouth and a shiver ran down my spine. I swept my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting myself. His eyes flashed with something hot and hard.
My eyes lowered, seeing his thick length straining for my entrance, and instantly I was aroused again. The throb between my legs returning. But he was big… so big. I worried he’d split me in two. I didn’t even realize I shifted away from him.
“Santi,” I whispered, my voice hoarse like I hadn’t talked in weeks. “You are too big.”
