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“Watch it happen, Vasilisa,” he orders, his voice thick with arousal.
My eyes obey, locked onto the image of his finger disappearing inside me, of my body yielding to him so beautifully. He adds a second, stretching me, filling me, and I let out a trembling whimper, pressing my nails into his thighs. He hums near my neck, his warm lips vibrating against my skin.
“Perfect,” he murmurs appreciatively as he begins to pump his fingers in and out slowly. A wave of heat rushes through me at his words combined with his actions.
His fingers still and he slides them out. I whimper at the loss, my hips instinctively tilting toward him, searching, pleading. But Santo has other plans.
He brings those fingers to his lips.
And sucks.
My mouth falls open as I watch him taste me. His eyes close, a low, pleased hum escaping his throat, as if savoring the very essence of me. The sight alone shatters my last thread of restraint.
He groans, his tongue flicking out to chase the taste before his fingers return, slick and relentless against my clit.
Every movement sends electric jolts of ecstasy coursing through my body, rendering me speechless and lost in the throes of euphoria.
My grip tightens on his thighs as he rubs circles around my clit with one hand while caressing my breast with the other. The dual sensation is enough to have me arching off his chest, my moans echoing off the bathroom walls.
“Santo,” I gasp, clenching around nothing, desperate.
He chuckles, dark and wicked, as his fingers keep their rhythm.
“Show me how you fall apart.”
His words unravel me. Sending pleasure crashing through me in relentless waves.
I shatter.
I come with his name on my lips, my body bowing against his, my reflection a vision of sheer, unrestrained bliss.
His hands are gentle now, coaxing me down, smoothing over my shivering skin. His mouth presses a kiss to my shoulder, his arms a fortress around me as I sink into him, spent.
“Ti amo,” he whispers against my temple.
The words are more beautiful than any painting could ever be. To know that he loves me, adores me just as I am...It’s everything.His love for me feels like gravity, constant, steady and impossible to escape.
He holds me tightly to him, his hands soothingly caressing my body. As I meet his eyes in the mirror once more, something new blooms inside me—a delicious thought. A need to give back the same reverence, the same devotion.
I want to try something too.
Chapter 39
Santo
Ishouldstopher.
The thought fires off like a warning shot the second she slides from my lap, her hands trailing down my chest hesitant, but determined.
This was supposed to be for her.
I brought her here to remind her how beautiful she is- to make her believe it.
Notto take from her.
Yet as she kneels between my legs, gazing up at me with those trusting eyes, something inside me fractures.
Something primal. Something dark and possessive, no matter how hard I try to suppress it.
