Page 64 of Villainous Kingpin
My body hummed in response.
This felt like a dangerous kind of power and I fucking loved it. I ran my tongue around his head before sucking it into my mouth. His dark gaze turned coal black and his head fell back.
“Fuck, that’s it, principessa.”
Encouraged by his praise, I sucked him again, taking him deeper into my mouth. I bobbed my head, up and down, taking as much of him as I could.
The grip of his hand in my hair tightened and he moved my head, controlling the rhythm. And the way he dominated me made me hot and throbbing for him again.
He moved my head. Up and down, thrusting deeper in my mouth every time.
“Look at me when I fuck your mouth,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.
My eyes flicked to him and found his gaze burning. For me.
His hips thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat, my eyes watered. But I refused to give up. His breaths came out heavy, the tension in him building to a pinnacle.
His free hand cupped the side of my cheek, his thumb caressing it like I was his everything.
“Can I come in your mouth, principessa?” he asked with a groan.
A light nod and he continued fucking my mouth. Deeper and harder. Both my hands held on to his thighs, my nails digging into his muscles. I moaned, something thrilling about watching him unravel.
His groan rumbled from low in his throat, the sound loud against the tile and I could feel it vibrate between my legs. When he finished, I swallowed all of his cum, wanting every single drop of him. All the while his dark gaze lit me on fire and melted my soul.
The two of us watched each other, the silence between us full of hopes for the future. I remained kneeling, my heart thundering in my chest and a throbbing ache between my legs.
A small squeal escaped me when he stooped down, suddenly lifting me by grabbing my thighs and I wrapped my legs around him. His mouth pressed to mine, our tongues slid against each other.
“I love you, Wynter Star,” he murmured against my lips and my heart skidded to a stop, before it went into overdrive. I’d never tire of hearing those words come from him.
“I love you too, Bas. Always.” It was my vow to him.
He walked us both into the shower and started it. I squealed, feeling cold droplets on my heated skin. I pressed myself harder against him, stealing his heat.
“Basilio!” I protested.
He chuckled and turned us around so he’d take all the cold. I’ve taken ice cold showers before after skating practices, but it didn’t mean I cared for it.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he drawled. “Always. With my body and my c-”
“Bas,” I exclaimed, suddenly feeling very hot all over.
He grinned, suddenly looking younger than his twenty-seven years. His fingers gripped my thighs and I rubbed myself against him.
Another groan slipped from his lips and our mouths collided. My heart swelled and emotions burned through me. I was so in love with him, and for the first time in my life, I feared being without someone.
But then he slid inside me and the whole world was forgotten. It was just him and I.
* * *
An hour later, we laid between Basilio’s tousled black satin sheets. I lay my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, lulling me to sleep. There would be nothing that could compare to this. Not even ice skating, and I freaking love figure skating.
His hand rubbed my back, his touch soothing. Up and down, up and down. I knew something was on his mind, but I didn’t want to pry. I figured he’d tell me when he was ready.
“Principessa.” His voice was a hot whisper against my earlobe.
“Hmmm,” I murmured, my body slack against him and my mind slowly drifting off.
